It takes me half an hour to make it from my car to my apartment. I called Lucy twice to see if she could help me, but she didnโt answer her phone. When I make it inside my apartment, Iโm a little irritated to see her lying on the couch with the phone to her ear.
I slam our front door behind me and she glances up. โWhat happened to you?โ she asks.
I use the wall for support as I hop toward the hallway. โSprained my ankle.โ
When I make it to my bedroom door, she yells, โSorry I didnโt answer the phone! Iโm talking to Alex! I was gonna call you back!โ
โItโs ๏ฌne!โ I holler back at her, and then slam my bedroom door shut. I go to the bathroom and ๏ฌnd some old pain pills I had stuffed into a cabinet. I swallow two of them and then fall onto my bed and stare up at the ceiling.
I canโt believe Iโll be stuck in this apartment for an entire week. I grab my phone and text my mother.
Sprained my ankle. Iโm ๏ฌne, but can I send you a list of things to grab for me at the store?
I drop my phone onto my bed, and for the ๏ฌrst time since she moved here, Iโm thankful my mother lives fairly close to me. It actually hasnโt been that bad. I think I like her more now that my father has passed away. I know itโs because I held a lot of resentment toward her for never leaving him. Even though a lot of that resentment has faded when it comes to my mother, I still have the same feelings when I think of my father.
It canโt be good, still holding on to so much bitterness toward my father. But dammit, he was awful. To my mother, to me, to Atlas.
Atlas.
Iโve been so busy with my motherโs move and secretly searching for a new building between work hours, I havenโt had time to ๏ฌnish reading the journals I started reading all those months ago.
I hop pathetically to my closet, only tripping once. Luckily, I catch myself on my dresser. Once I have the journal in hand, I hop back to the bed and get comfortable.
I have nothing better to do for the next week now that I canโt work. I might as well commiserate over my past while Iโm forced to commiserate in the present.
Dear Ellen,
You hosting the Oscars was the greatest thing to happen to TV last year. I donโt think I ever told you that. The vacuuming skit made me piss my pants.
Oh, and I recruited a new Ellen follower today in Atlas. Before you start judging me for allowing him inside my house again, let me explain how that came about.
After I let him take a shower here yesterday, I didnโt see him again last night. But this morning, he sat by me on the bus again. He seemed a little happier than the day before, because he slid into the seat and actually smiled at me.
Iโm not gonna lie, it was a little weird seeing him in my dadโs clothes.
But the pants ๏ฌt him a lot better than I thought they were going to.
โGuess what?โ he said. He leaned forward and unzipped his backpack. โWhat?โ
He pulled out a bag and handed it to me. โI found these in the garage. I tried to clean them up for you because they were covered in old dirt, but I canโt do much without water.โ
I held the bag and stared at him suspiciously. Itโs the most Iโd ever heard him say at once. I ๏ฌnally looked down at the bag and opened it. It looked like a bunch of old gardening tools.
โI saw you digging with that shovel the other day. I wasnโt sure if you had any actual gardening tools, and no one was using these, so . . .โ
โThank you,โ I said. I was kind of in shock. I used to have a trowel, but the plastic broke off the handle and it started giving me blisters. I asked my mother for gardening tools for my birthday last year and when she bought me a full-sized shovel and a hoe, I didnโt have the heart to tell her itโs not what I needed.
Atlas cleared his throat and then, in a much quieter voice, he said, โI know itโs not like a real gift. I didnโt buy it or anything. But . . . I wanted to give you something. You know . . . for . . .โ
He didnโt ๏ฌnish his sentence, so I nodded and tied the bag back up. โDo you think you can hold them for me until after school? I donโt have any room in my backpack.โ
He grabbed the bag from me and then brought his backpack up to his lap and put the bag inside of it. He wrapped his arms around his backpack. โHow old are you?โ he asked.
โFifteen.โ
The look in his eyes made him seem a little bit sad about my age, but I donโt know why.
โYouโre in tenth grade?โ
I nodded, but honestly couldnโt think of anything to say to him. I havenโt really had much interaction with a lot of guys. Especially seniors. When Iโm nervous, I kind of just clam up.
โI donโt know how long Iโll be staying at that place,โ he said, bringing his voice down again. โBut if you ever need help with gardening or anything after school, itโs not like I have much going on there. Being as though I have no electricity.โ
I laughed, and then wondered if I should have laughed at his self-deprecating comment.
We spent the rest of the bus ride talking about you, Ellen. When he made that comment about being bored, I asked him if he ever watched your show. He said heโd like to because he thinks youโre funny, but a TV would require electricity. Another comment I wasnโt sure if I should have laughed at.
I told him he could watch your show with me after school. I always record it on the DVR and watch it while I do my chores. I ๏ฌgured I could just keep the front door dead bolted, and if my parents got home early, Iโd just have Atlas run out the back door.
I didnโt see him again until the ride home today. He didnโt sit by me this time because Katie got on the bus before him and sat next to me. I wanted to ask her to move, but then sheโd think I had a crush on Atlas. Katie would have a ๏ฌeld day with that one, so I just let her stay in my seat.
Atlas was at the front of the bus, so he got off before I did. He just kind of awkwardly stood there at the bus stop and waited for me to get off. When I did, he opened his backpack and handed me the bag of tools. He didnโt say anything about my invitation to watch TV from earlier this morning, so I just acted like it was a given.
โCome on,โ I told him. He followed me inside and I locked the dead bolt. โIf my parents come home early, run out the back door and donโt let them see
you.โ
He nodded. โDonโt worry. I will,โ he said, with kind of a laugh.
I asked him if he wanted anything to drink and he said sure. I made us a snack and brought our drinks to the living room. I sat down on the couch and he sat down in my dadโs chair. I turned on your show and thatโs about all that happened. We didnโt talk much, because I fast-forwarded through all the commercials. But I did notice he laughed at all the right times. I think good comedic timing is one of the most important things about a personโs personality. Every time he laughed at your jokes, it made me feel better about sneaking him into my house. I donโt know why. Maybe because if heโs actually someone I could be friends with, itโd make me feel less guilty.
He left right after your show was over. I wanted to ask him if he needed to use our shower again, but that would have cut it real close to time for my parents getting home. The last thing I wanted was for him to have to run out of the shower and across my backyard naked.
Then again, thatโd be kind of hilarious and awesome.
โLily
Dear Ellen,
Come on, woman. Reruns? A full week of reruns? I get that you need time off, but let me make a suggestion. Instead of recording one show a day, you should record two. That way youโll get twice as much done in half the time, and weโd never have to sit through reruns.
I say โweโ because Iโm referring to Atlas and me. Heโs become my regularย Ellen-watching partner. I think he might love you as much as I do, but Iโll never tell him I write to you on a daily basis. That might seem a little too fan-girl.
Heโs been living in that house for two weeks now. Heโs taken a few more showers at my house and I give him food every time he visits. I even wash his clothes for him while heโs here after school. He keeps apologizing to me, like heโs a burden. But honestly, I love it. He keeps my mind off things and I actually look forward to spending time with him after school every day.
Dad got home late tonight, which means he went to the bar after work. Which means heโs probably going to instigate a ๏ฌght with my mother. Which means heโll probably do something stupid again.
I swear, sometimes I get so mad at her for staying with him. I know Iโm only ๏ฌfteen and probably donโt understand all the reasons she chooses to stay, but I refuse to let her use me as her excuse. I donโt care if sheโs too poor
to leave him and weโd have to move into a crappy apartment and eat ramen noodles until I graduate. That would be better than this.
I can hear him yelling at her right now. Sometimes when he gets like this, I walk into the living room, hoping itโll calm him down. He doesnโt like to hit her when Iโm in the room. Maybe I should go try that.
โLily
Dear Ellen,
If I had access to a gun or knife right now, Iโd kill him.
As soon as I walked into the living room, I saw him push her down. They were standing in the kitchen and sheโd grabbed his arm, trying to calm him down, and he backhanded her and knocked her straight to the ๏ฌoor. Iโm pretty sure he was about to kick her, but he saw me walk into the living room and he stopped. He muttered something under his breath to her and then walked to their bedroom and slammed the door.
I rushed to the kitchen and tried to help her, but she never wants me to see her like this. She waved me away and said, โIโm ๏ฌne, Lily. Iโm ๏ฌne, we just got into a stupid ๏ฌght.โ
She was crying and I could already see the redness on her cheek from where he hit her. When I walked closer to her, wanting to make sure she was okay, she turned her back to me and gripped the counter. โI said Iโm ๏ฌne, Lily. Go back to your room.โ
I ran back down the hallway, but I didnโt go back to my room. I ran straight out the back door and across the backyard. I was so mad at her for being short with me. I didnโt even want to be in the same house as either of them, and even thought it was dark already, I went over to the house Atlas was staying in and I knocked on the door.
I could hear him moving inside, like he accidentally knocked something over. โItโs me. Lily,โ I whispered. A few seconds later the back door opened and he looked behind me, then to the left and right of me. It wasnโt until he looked at my face that he saw I was crying.
โYou okay?โ he asked, stepping outside. I used my shirt to wipe away my tears, and noticed he came outside instead of inviting me in. I sat down on the porch step and he sat down next to me.
โIโm ๏ฌne,โ I said. โIโm just mad. Sometimes I cry when I get mad.โ
He reached over and tucked my hair behind my ear. I liked it when he did that and I suddenly wasnโt nearly as mad anymore. Then he put his arm around me and pulled me to him so that my head was resting on his
shoulder. I donโt know how he calmed me down without even talking, but he did. Some people just have a calming presence about them and heโs one of those people. Completely opposite of my father.
We sat like that for a while, until I saw my bedroom light turn on.
โYou should go,โ he whispered. We could both see my mom standing in my bedroom looking for me. It wasnโt until that moment that I realized what a perfect view he has of my bedroom.
As I walked back home, I tried to think about the entire time Atlas has been in that house. I tried to recall if Iโd walked around after dark with the light on at night, because all I normally wear in my room at night is a T-shirt.
Hereโs whatโs crazy about that, Ellen: I was kind of hoping I had.
โLily
I close the journal when the pain pills start to kick in. Iโll read more tomorrow.ย Maybe.ย Reading about the things my dad used to do to my mom kind of puts me in a bad mood.
Reading about Atlas kind of puts me in aย sadย mood.
I try to fall asleep and think about Ryle, but the whole situation with him kind of makes me madย andย sad.
Maybe Iโll just think about Allysa, and how happy I am that she
showed up today. I could use a friendโnot to mention helpโ during these next few months. I have a feeling itโs going to be more stressful than I bargained for.
