East Kids - Tessa & Elijah

Chapter 18

Tessa

My room door slams shut. On the way home I had enough time to calm down, but I don't have to let my mother feel it. Finally my decision is still made. Although I won't make life extra difficult, I should at least be fair, but I won't look forward to her decisions either. But the most important thing is that I won't just accept that I have to spend time with Elijah now. That's the only thing that really bothers me about the whole thing.

I throw myself on the bed and stare at the corner. Whether or not I really did a lot this day was really exhausting. In the morning I would never have thought that my mood would be so in the basement in the evening. How could I know that the adults just burst a bomb like that while eating?

To distract myself a little, I switched my mobile phone on again, which my mother had just turned off in the restaurant. I immediately notice the two calls I seem to have missed. I go into the call list and immediately notice that they are from Jil. Immediately I am sorry that I was not there for them. But Mom just took my cell phone. What was I supposed to do?

When I see the twelve messages she left, I feel even worse. I begin to read them with a consumed expression on my face.

But I don't find anything in it that could help me to help her any further. Instead she just writes me that she is afraid of losing her friends and doesn't understand what is going on with her.

I quickly type around on the keyboard and ask her to tell me what's going on. I'd love to help her, but she has to tell me what's going on. Otherwise, I'm starting to think she's playing with the idea of ending her life or running away from home. I wouldn't really trust her to do that, but my worries remain. She is just too close to my heart to let her down in her apparently difficult situation.

I wait a few minutes for her answer. But in vain. Neither does she get the message, nor does she seem to read or answer it. What is wrong with her? Shouldn't she at least get the message? After all, it's always like that when we write together. No matter if she is online or not.

I'm about to put my cell phone away again, so I hear the sound of the elevator very quietly. You can always hear it when the car stops on our floor.

A little surprised I get out of bed and run down as fast as I can. I firmly believe that it is mother who has just been to the supermarket or somewhere else. Therefore, the person who is now standing in our apartment surprises me all the more. At once my heart slips into my pants.