He didn’t feel safe anywhere. Not in his apartment and most definitely not with his mother. His friends would go out of their way to make up excuses for him not to be able to crash on their couch for a few nights. It’s not that he wasn’t liked. But there was something about him that made people uneasy, they could only handle so much of him. He tends not too think about it too much. He’s got enough psychological trauma as it is to deal with. So he packs a bag and walks from block to block until he reaches Angela’s apartment complex. There’s some hesitation in his movements. He hovers his finger over the ringer to her room before pressing it for a few seconds. He quickly puts his hands into his pockets when she answers. He clears his throat and takes a step closer towards it. “Hey--Angela. It’s me. I know we--haven’t talked in awhile. I would have called..but I misplaced my phone. I need a place to crash..just for a few nights...”
