East Kids - Tessa & Elijah

Chapter 25

Tessa

The chirping of birds in the morning tears me out of my sleep, which is much too light that night. I wipe my black hair from my face and stare at Jil, who is lying next to me asleep, relaxed and relaxed. Only now do I realize that I am cold. I let my gaze wander through the room in search of the blanket that I have lost. With Jil, however, it gets stuck.

She has clawed my white blanket and is now lying there completely engulfed in it. She also seems to have gotten hold of my pillow. Anyway, her head lies on it. I look at her for a few seconds.

The fact that my best friend has finally confessed to me what has burdened her so much over the last few days makes me feel a relief. And you for sure as well. Because now I finally understand her and can help her if she needs my help.

Carefully I get out of bed so as not to wake her up and disappear from the room because I'm hungry in the morning. I almost run down the stairs and only stop in the kitchen.

Arriving there I tear open the door of the refrigerator and stare into it. To my regret there is nothing in it. At least not one I'm hungry for. Only Moms algae, which she needs for some strange diet, bread cold cuts and the cold food from the day before yesterday. We really need to go shopping again. Next to the fridge there should also be bread, but today it's different.

Slowly I realize that my mother has a boyfriend. My mom and I never eat our fridge so empty. How will it be when Cole has completely moved in with us and also brings Elijah along?

After looking around the kitchen for a few more seconds, I decide not to eat anything and later go shopping with Jil.

"Tessa", someone suddenly asks me and I drive around. My mother is standing there, looking at me with sleepy eyes: "What are you doing? "I'm looking for something to eat," I explain when I drive around to her. "Yes, I know that I have to go shopping again," she admits: "I've already planned that for lunch. But now, please, to something else.

I look at her a little anxiously. What does she want to know? After all, the serious tone she struck has never meant anything good. "Okay", I slowly say: "What do you want to know?" "Did Jil tell you anything else?" Her facial expression shows me how worried she is.

A little contrite, I stare at the floor: "Yes, she did." I can't hurt Jil's trust so much. After all, she trusts me that I won't tell. "And? what's wrong with her?" she sounds curious and worried at the same time. I am torn between the fronts and don't know what to say. On the one hand I want to diminish her worries and tell her that she doesn't need to be afraid, but on the other hand I want Jil to tell her if she says it herself. So I say, "Please let her tell you herself, Mom."

She looks at me skeptically. "Please don't worry. It's nothing completely bad", I explain to her.