XVII. ❝AWKWARD❞

─── IT'S BEEN A FEW DAYS [2] since the phone call. I planned on staying with Brahms more than I usually do. Malcolm and I found out, Brahms communicates through the walls, which worries me. What if someone was in the walls? Mr. and Mrs. Heelshire would have known, and wouldn't leave without telling you. Right?

You followed your gut and made sure to lock your bedroom door, all the willows, and anything else. Some people would say you were paranoid, you weren't.

-

"My dad isn't the best dad," I told, Malcolm and I were walking through the garden, it was beautiful scenery.

"And everyone thinks he is, which pisses me off. One time when I was in 5th grade I went to a counselor and told her about the things he did to me. She didn't believe it and called my dad and told him, he came to my school and took me home early, and when he got there he acted as if he was the greatest dad. Once we're home a yelled and s-started.. uh maybe- um never mind"

I stopped talking. It's not that was uncomfortable, but I didn't feel like talking about it. "I'm deeply sorry you had to go through that" Malcolm apologized, like all the others I've ever told. "You didn't even do anything. Why the fuck are you apologizing?" I asked. "I'm just saying, you didn't deserve to go through that" Malcolm explains. He thought he was helping. He's just making me fucking worse.

"I know. I didn't deserve it, I fucking know." I said in a mad tone. "Calm down".

"Don't tell me to c-" you were stopped when Malcolm pulled you into a hug. It was awkward since his arms were wrapped around you and yours weren't. You wanted to die at that moment from all the awkwardness.

"Hands off"

A/N:
Hey guys...
SORRY FOR THE
SLOW UPDATES.
School just started like
a week ago and that
Kinda shit.