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my laptop off the table and take it to my room. A few minutes later I hear Emily come in.
    “I’m not doing anything tonight, you should come over.” She offers; she must be on the phone.
    “But we had so much fun last night.” Emily whines, she sounds disappointed.
    “Oh, okay well have fun with Caden” She sighs, she sounds disappointed.
    “Okay, but you’re coming over tomorrow then. No excuses. I miss you when you’re not here.” I sympathize with her, I know what she means.
    “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow, um hmm, bye.” She giggles.
    That was odd, I think to myself. I assume that Emily was on the phone with Gabriel, but he said he was going to work. I feel confused, my mind a whirl as I try to piece together the connection I felt with Gabriel as we did the dishes and talked. I realize that Gabriel left conveniently before Emily came in. I smile, that must mean that he likes me, I conclude. I feel giddy as I pull out a book and begin to study. I smile stupidly long into the evening finding it hard to focus, replaying every touch that I felt from Gabriel.

Gabriel
    Chapter Five
    Break
    H anging up the phone I drop it in my pocket. I’m on my way to see Caden. He’s the boy that I’m mentoring. I’ve been a mentor ever since I was sixteen. Caden is the second child I’ve had the privilege of helping, the first was Emily’s brother. That’s how I met her. It was never my intention to date her, but the more I saw her brother, the more she grew on me. I was friends with Emily before we started dating. Even though I’ve known her for so long she still doesn’t know much about me. I don’t feel comfortable talking to her about it. Every time she brings it up I skate around the subject, we’ve been more physical with each other anyway. Emily is all the time dragging me to her favorite sex shop, Toxia and she always has new things to try, and people to bring into her bedroom with us. I’m not complaining though, she keeps it fun. I just wish she wouldn’t drink so much. She loves to go to parties, and blacks out. It happens so much now, I’m beginning to worry about her and I’m wondering if I should be with her anymore. I’ve tried to talk to her about it, but every time she brushes me off and tells me it’s not a big deal. To me it is a big deal; I’m her babysitter when we go out and if I wanted to babysit a drunken person I’d go home and watch my Father.
    My father, the fat balding slob that he is, has never been much of a dad. He’s spent most of his time on the couch watching TV and drinking his life away. I remember my house, but it doesn’t bring back the warm fuzzy memories that it should. I just remember a dark dingy home, the walls yellowing from dad’s cigarette smoke, and the brown, everywhere; Brown wood panel walls, and brown carpet, it never felt clean and it felt like no matter how many lights you had on, you still couldn’t penetrate all the dark that seemed to loom over the house. The house didn’t even look like a home from the street, rotting wood with peeling paint encased the house, and the front step was broken, eaten by termites with no one to fix it. My home was anything but a home, it was a shack, a shack that was filled with gloom. When I was home my father would curse at me and tell me that I would never be anyone or do anything. He would call me a fuck up and ask for a beer. He was the same way with my mother, always calling her a bitch, and yelling at her. She was never good enough, she took too long getting his food for him, she didn’t clean the house well enough, and she didn’t make enough money. I remember her crying a lot then yelling at me and my brother for being too loud or not picking up after ourselves. She looked so worn down, her once shiny brown hair that was a hairdressers dream was fading and turning grey. Her moth eaten faded clothes hung from her frame, her body frail from the poor diet from lack of money. Her green eyes that used to smile so