Stuck In The Middle With You

"Hey Ebony. Wake up." Someone said, shaking me gently.

I opened my eyes slowly and looked up into blue eyes. "Bently?"

"No." His voice was harder this time, "You should really stop mixing us up. It might get you in trouble one day."

I looked at Tyler. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He shook his head. "Nothing. We're at the hotel, and Bently went to check us in."

"Ok."

"Are you okay?" He actually sounded concerned. This kid should go into acting.

"Yeah I'm fine. That wasn't the nicest phone call in the world though." I said. I could feel the tears in my eyes again, but I held them back. I can't cry in front of Tyler. I can't give him another reason to make fun of me.

I can honestly say that this moment in time. I hate my mother. She's a bitch. She called me, around noon, just like I had said she would. The convo went a little like this:

"Hello?" I answered.

"Where are you?" I heard the anger in her voice.

"Wow. Not even a hello."

"Ebony! This is not funny!"

"Chill mom. I'm safe. I'm with the Bently, Adam, and Tyler." I told her.

"Excuse me?" She asked.

"You know, the boys next door."

"I know who they are." She snapped, "why are you with them?"

"I needed to get away for awhile."

"Come home right now."

"They can't just turn around and take me back mom."

"Either come back right now, or don't bother coming back home at all Ebony." She said.

My eyes got wide. "What?"

"If you aren't home by tonight, I don't want you coming back at all. If you're ready to be out on your own, then be on your own."

"Mom. Are you serious?!" I could feel the tears starting to form. She can't seriously be kicking me out of the house.

"I'm very serious. I'll see you tonight...maybe." Then the line went dead.

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Now how motherly is that? Just because I wanted to be a little rebellious, she's telling me I'm not welcome in my home anymore.

"Come here Eb." Tyler pulled me into a hug, which is really not something I expected, but I didn't fight him. I needed it right now. I didn't realize I was crying until he hugged me. I threw my arms around him and cried into his shirt. Every now and then he would tell me it would be ok, or to calm down. This is a side of Tyler I had never seen, but I liked it. I could be friends with this Tyler. I could tolerate this Tyler.

"It's not fair!" I sobbed into his chest, "she doesn't understand me at all."

"I know. Trust me." He whispered.

"You have it so much better than me though."

"Not really. Why do you think I come over to bug you all the time? You're the only one that I feel  understands me."

I know what he meant by that. I didn't say anything, I just rested my head on his shoulder. He was really warm, and I felt like I could fall asleep right here. I don't know how long we stood there like that, but the tears never stopped.