How did I get here? I let you back in after I swore to myself I wouldn’t. I thought to myself while aimlessly stroking Frankie’s hair, while he was curled up into a ball, using his balled up hand as a pillow against my chest. Your no good for me, but I keep letting you back in, keep letting you hurt me, I guess I’m just a pushover. “Mikey?” I tensed up at the sound of his soft voice calling my name. “Do you still love me?” he asked “Of course baby, I’ll always love you.” I answered. “good, because I have to tell you something. And I don’t think your gonna be a happy camper after I do tell you.” “Why, what did you do now? How much trouble, are you in?” I asked, and as soon as I did, he quickly hopped off my lap, and stood in front of me. “Why do you always assume, I’m in trouble?” he practically shouted. “Because you almost always are.” I said, keeping m voice calm as I could, I was always trying to avoid the fights, it seemed like he was always trying to bring them on. “That’s not true.” “Oh, it isn’t? Fine, then was is it? What do you need to tell me?” I asked with a look that said ‘I’m waiting’. Frankie looked to the ground, put his hands behind his back and started digging into the carpet with his foot, it almost made me forget what he was going to tell me. He looked so adorable, he looked like a little kid. “Well, I….I kinda…have to go to jail for a little while..” I swear my eyes might have popped out of my head, when he mentioned jail. “JAIL?!?! Jail Frankie?!?! What the fuck for!?” “Well, I kinda, might have, gotten in trouble for vandalism.” that was it, the final straw, the push, off the edge, I couldn’t do it anymore, he always needed one thing or the other, it was never enough to just hang out with his friends, he had to get in trouble too. I couldn’t do it, I had to end it, here, and now. I stood up, got close to him, raised my hand, point it at the door, and ushered the two most painful words I never wanted to have to say. “Get Out.”

Notes

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