Dream of bedroom, mother

I met a boy I have not seen in a long time. We got into a fight. My hair was long and black and straight and he pulled it. He had emo hair, dyed black. All he was wearing was black, skinny jeans, a t-shirt, and converse. My clothes were the same items but had different decorations. Late we were in a car. He said something insulting and I pushed him out the window. I felt really guilty. Later on we were lying on his bedroom floor and having a deep conversation. He had seen the recent cuts that I had done on my wrists. He did because my gel bands moved too far out of place. I ended up snuggling my face into his chest. I guess we both fell asleep, because of a panicked scream from hus mother. I was not supposed to be seeing him. My parents thought he was a drug addict but he was not. Because they confronted his parents about it they got into a fight. That is why i was not supposed to see him. I was scared and he was defending me. He did used to do drugs, but he had told me that night he had gotten over his addiction for me.