#buggar me

It was lucky for Leo that his roommate had left, leaving him with the whole room free to have a meltdown over the latest phone call from his dearest mother. Why his therapist thought it was a good idea to ‘face his fears’ head on by monthly phone calls to his mother was beyond him. It wasn’t easy and he had outright refused in the beginning, but with a lot of persuasion and a few bribes he started to take part.

It was after the latest phone call, where it had been obvious that his mother was thoroughly drunk, and had been subjected to a barrage of harsh words. And despite knowing better he always hoped his mothers word would change during the phone calls. It was here, curled up under his bed, where he heard the beeps from his phone. Leo hadn’t many friends in school but there were a few he wished to hear from and, despite his mindset, crawled out and grabbed at his phone.

Oh god how he wished he never picked up that stupid, bribe-giving phone. This was not what he needed after the phone call. ‘Good boy’ Caused something to snap inside of him. Now standing he let out an angry, sad yell and threw the device across the room; watching it hit the wall with a satisfying thud. It was marginally disappointing that it didn’t break, like he wished, but it helped. A little.