>It’s a typical boring Friday night as you >sit in your bedroom, PlayStation >controller in your hands. You’re waiting >for the inevitable.
>*Ding*
>Your phone goes off
>You pick of your phone but you already >know who it is.
>You just see a single word
>”Hey”
>You type out your response
“Hey Trix. What’s up?”
>”Im not bothering you am I?”
“Not at all. Everything ok?”
>”No…”
>”Can I call you?”
“Sure, Trix”
>You tell your friends online you have to >log off. They chastise you asking: “Is it >the trashy girl again?”
>You roll your eyes and just log off as >your phone rings.
>You pick it up “Hey, Trix. What’s goin >on?”
>As per usual her mother is going on >another drug and alcohol fueled tirade. >Although this time it wasn’t just >screaming.
>”She just started throwing punches at >me out of nowhere! And throwing >anything she can pick up at me!”
>She starts to sniffle over the phone, you >can practically hear the tears over the >phone.
>”C-can you come get me? I’m walking >down to the McDonald’s”
>You take a look outside. It’s raining.
”Y-yeah just give me like 5 minutes. Just get inside and try and stay dry.”
>You grab your jacket and your car keys >and head out

More to come. Wanted to get something out to bump the thread.