Staring at the ceiling had become my new past time. If I wasn't riding my motorcycle or smoking or skipping school, then I was locked up in my room just staring at the ceiling not caring, not thinking and most definitely not doing anything.
It had become so bad that Martha was full on worried that she had to call mum back from her job which really didn't do much since she never even showed up anyway. That's the kind of mother I had, she didn't even care that her own son had been missing school for a month now, was smoking a whole lot which could potentially kill me or that I had gone back to being a really horrible version of the person I used to be before my princess.
"Keith, open up this goddamn door already would ya," Kate was banging hard on my door, no doubt Jay was with her. "You
