When I got home that day I couldn't get Craig off of my mind. He wouldn't have me, I casually thought. Remembering Manny's full-figure.
I looked in the mirror. There wasn't much to me, Barely reaching 5"0 my freshman year, Black hair, bangs, and slightly almond eyes, I really did like the color though. Bright green.
Though Manny had a lot more than me, in the curve department, and she was at least three inches taller. My mind was in a haze, and I was sleep-deprived. Since I was new, none of the teachers assigned me homework, thankfully. I changed into my flannel pajama bottoms, and a green tank top, and decided to snooze earlier than usual. I fell into my restless sleep sooner than expected, everyone off my mind.
When I woke up, joey was throwing a fit, yelling like crazy, and there was an unfamiliar voice. I walked out to see a boy from school, they where now chatting quietly, something to do with…Craig?
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Craig's gone!" Angela cried. My mom picked up Angela, and began murmuring to her. The teenager had a worried look on his face.
"Look, I think I know where he is, okay? Let's go Sean." he said pulling him out to the car.
"What's going on mom?" I asked, interested.
"Honey, Craig got into a fight with his dad and ran away." I could tell she was hiding something from me.
"Mom.." I asked sternly.
"Wait until I put Angela to bed." she scolded, carrying off the small girl.
I sat on the burgundy couch, waiting for my mother to return. What was going on? Why would he run away? I wondered vigorously. My mom was making her way back to the den, when I jumped up.
"Mom, what the hell?" I asked.
"Honey. Craig, has a bad life." she said sitting me down. "You see, his father is.. very abusive. And, he tried to kill himself, but when Sean stopped him.. Things got out of control and he fled." My mom was always very blunt.
"MOM!" I yelled.
"what?"
"You can't just.. Spring that on me!" I screeched.
"Well.. Honey.." she went on, "You should probably know considering when joey finds him, he'll be staying with us.." I completely tuned her out. She was explaining rooming, and such. Craig, here? While I showered..slept, ate and used the bathroom? Sharing a bathroom? What if he walked in on me? Or.. I walked in on him.
My heart sped up a bit and my cheeks reddened.
"Honey, don't be upset!" she begged.
"I'm not mom, I'm fine." I smiled. "But, where will he sleep?" I asked.
"Oh.." she stopped. "Well, the couch should be fine, but I was wondering if he could have you bed tonight?" she pondered.
"Yeah mom, it's fine." I ran to my room, in a rush to clean. It was mostly bare, but still, having him in my room would be.. Irritating at the least.
I made my bed, and laid out an extra blanket, and that's when it hit me.
CRAIGS DAD BEATS HIM!
It echoed through my thoughts. The poor kid. The last thing he would be worried about was how clean my room is. And he tried to kill himself? Oh my.. Oh my oh my, oh my.
I spent the next thirty minutes contemplating what he would look like, if he would be worried, tired. I was so confused. Around One in the morning, I saw Joey walk in, Craig not far behind. Bag in hand. When he saw me, a small smile formed his lips, and I couldn't help but to blush a deep crimson.
