“Trust is earned, BJ,” she tells me quietly, nose in the air.
“And I’ll earn it! I’ve been earning it.” Lick my bottom lip, shake my head. “Fuck — I’ve held you and protected you since I was a kid. I’ve fought a fucking gang lord for you. What do you need for you to trust me again?”
“A magic eraser?” She offers me a sad smile.
I sigh. Shove my hands through my hair. Nod my chin at her. “What do you do? When I come home after that accidental late night?”
“Why are you late?” She squints.
“Jonah… He fell on a table in a bar and split his chin open.”
“Why didn’t you call me?” she asks, suspicious.
“Because he broke my phone as he fell.” I shrug.
Her eyes pinch. “Why didn’t you call me on someone else’s phone?”
“Because I don’t know your number by heart.”
“Why not?” She scowls.
“Fuck!” I snort a laugh. “Because I’m normal. Magnolia, I need you to trust me. I need you to trust me more than I need you to forgive me.”
She nods.
“I trust you,” she tells me in a quiet voice.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” She frowns, nodding once as she tries to convince both of us that she means it.
Jo
17:38pm
Hey
Just letting you know, Mum’s in the hospital
Shit man. Is she ok?
I don’t know. Heading there now.
What happened?
Accident.
Fuck.
Want me to come
Nah
Update you soon
So sorry man.
Love you
if you need anything
xx