Country Boys

*Daylith’s View*
When I got back home I saw my dad on the phone in the kitchen. Normally I would have said something to him but instead I just went upstairs to check on Timmy. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with the TV on. His hair was wet and all the blood on his face was gone. ‘He must be feeling better if he was able to take a shower,’ I thought to myself.
“Hey, what’s up?” I asked him while moving closer to the bed.
“Nothing. The ice packs working good; the pains been going away.”
“Good.”

A silence permeated the room as we both aimlessly stared at the TV. Neither of us were watching it, but rather using it as a distraction so neither of us would have to talk.
“So.. uh.. what did you do?” He asked, breaking the silence.
“I... Don’t worry about it. I took care of it.”

He looked me in the eyes as if he wanted to ask me something else but instead he turned the other way.

“Look…” He began to say while staring at the floor.
“This all happened because you didn’t tell me what was happening between you, Marcus, and Katherine. So I think it would be good for the both of us if no secrets are kept. Even if it’s stupid. Just let me know. Okay?” He said.
Aside from not telling him what I did to get back at Marcus, which I had no plans on telling him, there wasn’t anything else I could think of that he didn’t know. I sat there for a minute trying to make sure there was absolutely nothing that I haven’t told him, and then something came to mind. That day, just a couple of days ago, his uncle came here. I never told him that.
“Ok. Well. Now that I think of it I should have told you this sooner but it sort of slipped my mind.”
He looked at me again, curiously waiting for what I had to say next.
“Your uncle came here a day ago. It was the day he left you in the barn for dead. I took you here and he must have known what house to go to somehow. He was banging on the door but you were upstairs passed out. I didn’t want him to get a hold of you again so I ignored him and eventually he left.”
Timmy’s eyes grew wide in disbelief.
“W-why wouldn’t you tell me that?! Do you know how much trouble you probably just put me in!!?” He yelled.
“I know. I’m sorry. But I don’t think your in trouble Timmy. If he was really desperate to get you back he would have come again, or he would have called the school. He kind of just disappeared from the picture instead, don’t you think?” I said in a desperate attempt to save myself.

His expression calmed and his body loosened up from it’s tense position, “Yeah… I guess. I mean, it’s not like he cares… or is worried.” He said and then continued. “Whatever. I just so feel so tired right now, I don’t even want to think about it.”
“I don’t blame you, your body took a beating today. You should rest for awhile. I’m gonna go downstairs for a minute, you want anything?”
“No.” He responded and then I walked out of the room.

I walked downstairs to see my dad sitting at the kitchen table with his head down.
“What's up dad?” I asked.
“Oh, hey there Daylith.” He said while looking up. “How’s your friend? He wasn’t looking too good when I walked in.”
“Heh, yea. He’s fine. He got into a little fight at school. What about you, your looking a little on edge right now too.”
I saw my dad’s eyes look in the other direction and there was a sheet of perspiration over his face. “Son, I don’t have good news, you should probably have a seat.”
All of a sudden the pit of my stomach began to turn, and my body moved subconsciously to sit at the table. “What- what’s wrong?” I hesitantly asked.
“I was just on the phone with your mother’s doctor from the psychiatric ward in New York.”
‘No, not that woman. She was gone, why did she have to come back into my head? I forgot all about her. Why now?’ I thought in a panic.
“She isn’t feeling good son. Now, you know how I work. I don’t like to hide things from you. You’re seventeen and a grown decent boy, so, you can handle just as much as I can. Unless, you don’t want to hear what I have to say of course.”
“No, I do. Tell me.” I said, despite my mind screaming in protest.
“You know how your mother heard voices all the time, and you also know how she felt obliged to obey them. Well, this time they told her to jump out of the window, but the window wasn’t opened. She rammed herself into the stainless steal glass and she only remained conscious for a short time after that. As of now, she’s unconscious.”
I listened real hard to what he was saying. “Idiot.” I mumbled. Then I couldn’t help but burst out with laughter. “You hear that dad? It sounds… so stupid.”
“Son, it's not a laughing matter. It sounds silly, but it’s serious. Your mother’s unconscious.”
To have him confront me with how serious it was angered me. I knew it was serious, and that’s exactly why I tried to laugh it off. “I know that dad! I heard you dammit! She’s unconscious, whatever!” I said while standing up to walk away.
“Four days son, we need to head to New York for about four days!” He yelled after me.

‘Why did this have to happen?’ I asked myself over and over as I walked back upstairs. Aside from the one time Timmy read my journal, I managed to suppress the memory of her since I moved here. ‘Why now of all times did she have to come back?’ I tried so hard to just hate her and pretend she didn’t exist, but that was only to cover for the fact that it tears me apart inside when I think about her and how much her illness has changed her. ‘I wish she would just go away,’ I thought to myself as I opened the bedroom door.

I walked into my room to see Timmy still awake. I tried to push all my thoughts aside so that Timmy wouldn’t suspect anything or get worried. After all, he was going through enough problems on his own.
“Hey, uh. I’m glad your still up. Tomorrow, me and my dad need to head to New York for awhile.”
“Why?” He asked while sitting up.
“Don’t worry about it. You can stay here, I’ll only be gone for like four days.” I said while taking a seat on the bed.
“You sure I can stay here alone? Your dad doesn’t mind?” He asked.
“Nope, not at all.” I said while looking him in the eyes. I tried to smile but my attempt failed, so I just turned away.

*Timmy’s View*
I knew that something happened and Daylith wasn’t telling me for some reason. His face looked so solemn and I couldn’t think of any reasons why he’d have to go back to New York. I didn’t want to force him to answer any questions when he looked so upset, so I stayed quiet and eventually we both laid down to go to sleep.

The next morning on a Saturday I woke up at about seven to the sound of drawers being opened and shut. I sat up to catch Daylith in the middle of packing.
“Oh, sorry, did I wake you?” He asked.
“Nah, the person slamming the drawers did.” I said sarcastically.
He barely smiled and continued to pack. Once he finished, he asked me how I felt and came over to the bed for a small examination. “The pain’s gone unless you actually press on the cuts, and it felt a little weird sitting up, but aside from that, I think I’m fine.” I said.
“Yea, the bruises are already looking light. Hah! I never seen someone heal so fast!” He said with a look of fascination on his face.
“Well how do you expect me to heal after being beaten over a hundred times?” I asked half jokingly.
He smiled again and went to grab his suitcase. “I’m gonna go bring these downstairs, my dad’s making omelets so just come down if you’re in the mood to eat now. Oh and by the way, there’s enough food in the house to hold you over till we come back so don’t worry.”
He stopped in the doorway and turned around with a serious expression, which was strange compared to the way he was acting just a second ago. “Before I don’t get the opportunity to say this, I’ll say it now. If anybody messes with you while I’m gone, whether it be your uncle or Marcus, call me. My dad’s cell number is on the fridge. I’ll leave New York early if I have to.” He said and walked out.
I was glad to have a friend like him, even though it was a little weird that he'd put me above everyone else so quickly. And yet, it also angered me because it made me feel weak. I didn’t need another guy to defend me. I was strong, I've just been getting caught with my guard down lately. It was in that moment that I swore to myself that I would never be taken off guard again, and I would go to school like I always did, and I’m not going to call Daylith for anything, no matter what.

I got dressed and went downstairs to see Daylith already eating. I sat at the table and his dad served me a plate of buttermilk pancakes with an egg, ham, and cheese omelet. I thanked him and began to eat. His dad joined us about a minute later and for a moment I felt as though I was apart of an actual family.
It’s been so long since I’ve sat down and eaten breakfast with someone that the feeling almost felt foreign.
“Are you going to be okay here by yourself?” His dad asked with a mouth full of pancakes.
“Yea, are you sure you don’t mind me being here?” I asked. I always remembered my Aunty saying “It’s always nice to spend time with friends and relatives, but you have to make sure you don’t overstay your welcome.”
“No problem at all Tim, just make sure you don’t throw any parties while we’re gone.” He said with a smile and then took another bite of his pancakes.
“No problem.” I said laughing to myself. He didn’t know that the only friend I had was sitting across from me, so just the thought of him worrying about me throwing a party almost made me want to laugh.

About a half hour later they were both getting into the car to do the five hour drive back to New York. I still had no idea why they were going, but it didn’t matter because they would both be back in four days, which wasn’t too bad of a wait.
Once they pulled out of the driveway and drove off I went back inside and stood in the doorway. I took a good look around the house and let out a deep breath.
“Well, this is it. Four days by myself in this place.”

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