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Embry Call
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Life is made up of moments, live them, don't let them pass through a lens, don't let what comes next distract you. And Music, don't forget the music. #Parody
< up, grabbed my gym bag and headed out to the centre to train with the kids like I had promised.
November 12, 2025 at 1:28 AM
< word haunted me.

With that word, I had given up on something I wasn’t sure I would ever be whole without. I released the record button and hit send instantly… Then I did what she would want me to do. Took a moment, tried to pack away the chaos that was wide awake inside us now. Then I stood >
November 12, 2025 at 1:28 AM
< membership.” I chuckled, a stupid attempt at normalcy. Another pause.

“We’re here.” I swallowed. “We are still… 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖. I’m here. I can still hear you in your silence. They can’t take that away from us.” I rubbed my hand across my unshaven jaw and cleared my throat. I didn’t say goodbye… that >
November 12, 2025 at 1:28 AM
< different to us when we used that word. Had that changed? “Um… anyway… I gotta go. The kids from the carwash are getting their money’s worth out of me.” I laughed a little, it was genuine because those kids… they were cheeky shits… they were good kids. “I’m gonna have to start charging a >
November 12, 2025 at 1:28 AM
< know that.” I paused. “Fuck… this is so… I don’t know how to say it without it sounding fucking weird. But I need you to know… I know you're there.” My throat constricted. “You don’t need to say anything… because I just know. You’re here, you’re…” I couldn’t say 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖, it had meant something >
November 12, 2025 at 1:28 AM
< 'online'… it never did, she had her privacy setting set not to, it meant she had no idea I had this chat open either… unless I was right, and then she’d see a micophone logo in the bottom corner telling her I was recording. “I just know. I know you can’t respond, and that’s okay, I need you to >
November 12, 2025 at 1:28 AM
< the hell I was about to say in a text. The little bars that moved when you spoke stayed flat for a few seconds until finally.

“Leah…” I said… fuck! Her name was like a prayer. “I know you’re there… I don’t know how. But I just…” I sighed… my hand dragging through my hair. Her status didn’t say >
November 12, 2025 at 1:28 AM
< was palm-sized and plastic. But it was my phone that pulled my gaze… the open window seemed to whisper about it. Words I couldn’t hear, but somehow I knew I needed to say them. These unknown… unknowable words.

I picked it up and hit the voice note key… I knew there was no way to say whatever >
November 12, 2025 at 1:28 AM
< girls.

I headed to my room to grab my bag, and trainers… There it was… sat on the bedside table. The beeper is haunting my every step. Making it impossible to appreciate even the morning like this, where mom was feeling well and happy. It was a sword over our heads… only this sword >
November 12, 2025 at 1:28 AM
< lifting, but they are built differently, and I don’t want to teach them something they should have a different technique for.”

‘Well, everyone from the centre is saying you are doing a wonderful job.’ Mom added, sipping her tea. I waited, but she didn’t suggest I ask Leah for advice on the >
November 12, 2025 at 1:28 AM
< you. You really make such an effort for those kids.’

The group had grown from two boys to ten kids, now, and two girls. “I still think I need to find a real trainer for them… I’m not exactly qualified. Especially with the girls.’ I held up a hand to stop Mom. “Not because they shouldn’t be >
November 12, 2025 at 1:28 AM
< her easy demeanour that she wasn't going to today.

‘What are your plans for the day?’ she asked.

“I have another training session with the kids at the community centre,” I told her honestly.

‘I’m so proud of thos boys for sticking to it… they are dedicated.’ She smiled at me. ‘Just like >
November 12, 2025 at 1:28 AM
< shooed me, and of course, I caved, shuffling to the hallway to grab a dollar from my jacket pocket and stuffed it in the half-full jar. She hadn’t brought up my going back home in a few weeks… or the fact that I had more clothes here now than at the house I still paid rent for. I could tell by >
November 12, 2025 at 1:28 AM
< I looked back to see Mom glaring, then her eyes darted to the swear jar. I huffed.

“I’ll get it after my coffee…” I sighed. She had put the old swear jar back on top of the fridge now that Jake, Quil and I were spending so much time here.

‘That’s the odlest one in the book… go, go, go…’ She >
November 12, 2025 at 1:28 AM
< just fine… but if I think of anything, I will let you know.’

He messed my hair on the way out the door, and I laughed… a real laugh. He was still able to get some of those out of me occasionally. I slapped him away. “Arsehole.” I teased.

‘Love you too!!’ he called, already out the door. >
November 12, 2025 at 1:28 AM
< deeply… trying not to spiral.

When Quil was done eating, he kissed my mom on the top of her head like any son would to any parent. ‘Text me if you need anything from the store, Mama T. I can drop it off after work, okay?’

‘You filled the pantry yesterday.’ She laughed softly. ‘I’ll be >
November 12, 2025 at 1:28 AM
< proved this bond between them. And handed her her medication box, with each day pre-organised for her.

It wasn’t me who did it this week, I hadn’t been here when it needed refilling. Was it Leah? I hadn’t caught her scent in the house, so it was probably Sue. I closed my eyes and inhaled >
November 12, 2025 at 1:28 AM
< stop by for a meal randomly, even if I wasn’t her. My Mom was basically a second mom to him. The way he poured her a cup of her special tea from a painted porcelain teapot and matching cup and saucer he had spotted at a swap meet and bought for her was just one on a long list of things that >
November 12, 2025 at 1:28 AM
< say in passing can begin to feel like bad omens.

Mom already had the coffee brewing when I came into the kitchen, just grabbing a t-shirt… from the bag Quil had dropped next to the couch. We ate breakfast like this was a normal family thing… it wasn’t totally out of the ordinary, Quil would >
November 12, 2025 at 1:28 AM
< fine. When inside, I was ash and ice.

He pulled on shorts and a tank top. ‘I’m gonna go make Mama T some breakfast… It's the least I can do after scaring her half to…’ He stopped and dropped his eyes. I knew why he wouldn’t finish the thought. It was strange how the everyday things that people >
November 12, 2025 at 1:28 AM
< again and again.

‘Right back at you.’ He stuttered so Mom couldn’t overhear.

This was the third night this week that Quil had stayed here. Any night he wasn’t running or had Claire visiting. I didn’t have a comeback because he was right… But it was so fucking exhausting pretending like I was >
November 12, 2025 at 1:28 AM
< sleep in your own bed… You know, in the house that you pay for!” I smirked back. I didn’t want him to know I wasn’t sleeping… that I didn’t dream any more… at least not like I used to. Now it was just that night…. Over and over. Watching myself let my whole fucking world fall apart, again and >
November 12, 2025 at 1:28 AM
< breath. ‘And maybe wear some PJs.” She rolled her eyes and turned to me… we were both in just underwear. ‘Both of you.’

Quil flushed and looked up at me as Mom headed to the kitchen. ‘This is why you should just let me sleep on your floor…’ Quil rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

“Or… you could >
November 12, 2025 at 1:28 AM
I woke up from a fitful sleep to my mom’s alarmed gasp. In a flash, I was out of bed and I the hallway where she clutched her hand over her heart and Quil gushed apologies.

‘You know you are welcome here anytime, sweetie… but please let me know when you are staying over…’ She was catching her >
November 12, 2025 at 1:28 AM