I'm on a sad story kick :P
I went to bed at 11:30. It's 4:56 now, and all I've been doing is watching the minutes passing on my clock. I watched all 30 minutes of that guy, pleading innocent of dealing drugs and having child pornography. I watched as he lied through his teeth, looking right at the camera, smiling sheepishly like this was all some little mix-up.
I can't go to sleep. Every time I try I could see him, blowing smoke in my face, smiling that disgusting smile (back when he didn't have enough money to get his teeth whitened). So I just decide to stay up. Listen to my phone vibrate. Make up Pythagorean Theorems in my head and them solve them. After a while, it gets confusing, even for me, so I just look at the clock. Wonder if she's ever going to stop calling. It's 5:00, and right on time the phone vibrates. I sigh, pick it up and press answer.
"Hello?"
"Logan, oh my god, I've been calling you! Why didn't you pick up?"
"'Cause I didn't WANT to?"
"You wanna act all fucking uppity now, right?"
"Not wanting to talk to you isn't uppity, it's common sense."
"Ok, fine, if you didn't want to talk to me why the hell did you answer?"
I shrug like she can see me.
"Whatever. Did you see the news? It's sooooooooo sad!"
"You have a fucked-up point of view."
"Ok, maybe he did deal a little but he helped us out so much! How could you be so ungrateful?"
"Oooh, he gave us money and fed your addiction but in exchange for what?"
"Jesus, you need to get over that."
"Fuck you."
She laughs. The fact that I know exactly what she's laughing about caused me to throw the phone. Of course, it hits Kendall by accident.
"Why?" I didn't know he was up.
"Sorry." I say, a chuckle in my voice.
"I don't wanna be rude or anything but who were you cursing out?" he asks. He must be suspicious because I swear like once every 2 years.
I sigh. "My so-called mother."
"Ah. I see. Why was she calling?"
"I don't know, I think it was the coke talking."
"Ah."
Awkward silence.
"In exchange for what?"
More awkward silence. After a while, it turned to snoring. I wanted to tell him, really. But my emotions wouldn't let me. So I just curled into my sheets and cried until the alarm clock beeped.