Only One I Call Home

Chapter 3 - "There is never a time or place for true love..."

“Where have you been all day?” She asked curiously.

I shrugged and pulled my shoes from my feet. “In Rob’s office.”

She sighed heavily. “I wish I was as close with him as you are. What the hell were you doing?”

“Um actually he wasn’t even there. I was talking to Trey.” I said carefully. I knew she was going to blow it out of proportion but I wasn’t a liar.

She jumped off the bed. “Why?”

I shrugged again. “I don’t know, he came into Rob’s office while we were talking and then Rob completely ditched us. We were forced into talking. We actually have a lot in common.”

She giggled. “So did he tell you why he’s in here? I heard he killed someone.”

I shook my head. “No.”

She frowned. “Oh, so what did you talk about?”

I sighed. “No, he did tell me but he didn’t kill anyone. But if that’s what people think, let them. It’ll give him some street credit.”

“He’s suddenly less hot now.” She said.

I scoffed. “Bianca! I can’t believe you just said that!”

She shook her head. “I know, it was awful and I’m sorry. Now, I’d just like to say I told you so.”

I rolled my eyes. “Please, just because we were talking for a few hours don’t mean we’re suddenly going to become best friends.”

She smirked. “Well I have a court hearing tomorrow that’s going to decide when I get out of here so I suggest you make sure it means you’re going to become best friends.”

I groaned. “You suck.”

She smiled. “I know.”

I shook my head. “Well I guess I should wish you good luck for tomorrow then.”

She shrugged. “I guess. I probably won’t need it. The only reason I’m here is because my parents wanted to teach me a lesson so really if they agree that I can leave I’m so out of here.”

“You better scrub up good then. You don’t want your parents thinking you haven’t improved, hey?” I smirked.

She rolled her eyes and threw a pillow at me. “Don’t be a mole. They miss me. I hate to say it but I’m planning on leaving you tomorrow.”

I sighed. “You haven’t improved though, let’s be honest.”

“Yeah, if anything this place has just made me realise how much I enjoy pot.” She told me with a wink. “Anyway, goodnight.”

She jumped back up on her bed and turned off her light.

“Yeah goodnight.” I told her.

*

A week later I woke up to Rob knocking on our door. When he saw my eyes open he sighed in relief and motioned for me to come out. We hadn’t spoken in a while because Trey and I had been spending so much time together.

When we got out into the corridor he put a hand on my lower back and hastily directed me around the back and through the gate into the boys side.

“What’s going on?” I whispered. “What time is it?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, close to five in the morning.”

“Well then I repeat my question, what’s going on?” I was getting a little worried now.

He shook his head just as we rounded the corner and walked into Trey’s room he was sitting in the corner of the room with his face buried in his hands. I walked over and sat down beside him and slung my arm around his neck.

I looked up at Rob. “Are you okay, Trey?”

He looked up and met my eyes; his were all red and blotching from crying. “Not really but I’m glad you’re here.”

I sighed. “Do you want to tell me what happened?”

He sighed heavily and let go of his legs, pulling me closer instead. “I just got a phone call from the hospital.”

“What happened?” I whispered quickly. “Is everything okay.”

He shook his head. “My dad…” His voice broke and he shook his head again. “He’s gone. It’s my entire fault. He’s dead and it’s my fault. I killed him.”

I grabbed both of his hands and squeezed them tight. “No you didn’t. It’s not your fault.”

He nodded. “Yes it is. That’s why I’m here isn’t it?”

I shook my head. “No. You’re here because you were driving drunk. Not for murder. I know you’re upset about your dad and I know you feel like you have nowhere to go but you have to get up, Trey. You can’t blame yourself for this. You just can’t.”

I pulled him close to my chest; his face was buried in my boobs, which I knew we would probably laugh at some day. I hugged him so tight that I was scared I might suffocate him but he gripped me just as tight in return. I had never known what it felt like to lose a loved one. I’d never known what it was like to have a loved one but I imagined losing one was like losing a limb; you would never be able to replace it.