Be My Little Earthquake.

His bones seemed to turn to jello, he could feel them collapse from underneath him. As Joel hit the floor, his knee caps rubbing against the cool kitchen tile he looked up, tears forming in his eyes. This couldn't be happening. Not here, not now.

His eyes met his moms, his stomach twisting with anger as he let out a sob.

"Don't make me go!" He choked. His mom looked pained. She let out a sigh and bacled up to get a better look at him.

"Joel, I know you don't want to leave you friends-"

"What friends?"

''Then why do you not want to move back home with your father?" Her tone was stern, yet gentle. Joel looked up, his face pulled into an awkward frown as he sat down completely. "Does he beat you?"

"No, mom." He lied in an upset, grumbled tone..

"Then you have nothing to worry about. Now get packing, you leave this weekend."

And with that, his mom walked away, leaving an irrational Joel tracing patterns mindleessly on the tile.