Chapter 11: Intruder

“I am sorry.” He said finally, letting out a long sigh, “I just… don’t worry so much about me. I can take care of myself.”

“I know, you are a big boy. It’s because I care about you that I worry about you.”

“I care about you too, you know.”

“I know.”

A pause.

“I'll see you later.” He said and the call ended.

She lay back on the bed and shut her eyes.

*

King stared at the phone in his hands. He wished he could see her.

“Hey, you want one?”

He looked up to see Jack standing a few feet away from him, smoking a cigarette.

Jack was an acquaintance from school. He had invited him to hang out with him and his friends and he had agreed, to avoid going home.

He was now in one of their houses, in the living room but he had left to go outside when Joan called. Thankfully, she didn’t hear the music.

“No, thank you.” He smiled, leaning off the wall, going back to the house.

“Who were you talking to? Some whore?”

He glanced back to see Jack following after him.

“You can hook me up.”