The bad and the broken

Chapter 7

*Andrea's POV*

I woke up with a jolt. When I realized I had been sleeping on the couch, my stomach settled. Waking up in unexpected places made me uneasy. I picked up my phone and checked the time. 12:01. I sat up, rubbing my eyes and trying to get the frizzball that was my hair out of my face. Where did Justin go? I stood sleepily and began cleaning up the living room.

We had spent three hours together on the couch. We got pizza and Chinese food, and had a total pig out session. We laughed, we cried, and we got to know each other better. I finally understood why he always looked at his shoes during conversation, why he couldn't make eye contact with adults. And he understood me. Why I was so defensive, why I had no friends at school, why I didn't do any after school activities. We watched Netflix and cuddled for the rest of the night. It had been nice to finally have someone to open up to. With mama gone all the time and nobody who wanted to talk to me, I felt completely alone. I finally had a friend. And now he was nowhere to be found.

I searched our small town home, which didn't take long. I was begining to get worried. Mama would be home in half an hour, and it was way past curfew. I was in danger of losing my only friend. I hastily put my hair in a bun, grabbed my hoodie, and slipped on some galaxy-printed vans. I ran into the kitchen to get my keys. Mama always left the car at home for me. Another one of her sacrifices. She had to take the bus.

As I was leaving the kitchen, a note on the fridge stopped me short. It was in Justin's handwriting, which I recognized from the form he had to sign to come here. I snatched it off the fridge and read it.

Dear Drea,

Im going to Nacho's thing tonight. I left this so you wouldn't be worried. And so you wouldn't come after me. This doesn't change anything between us. I'll be home soon.

Love,

Justin

Shit. Shit Shit Shit! He was going to Nacho's gathering. Before, I would've thought it was to spite me, but I knew him better than that now. If there was one thing Justin knew, it was how to get revenge. He was going there for revenge. It was a stupid idea. Nacho's whole crew would be there to back him up. I had to go after him. I had to stay strong. I took a deep breath, grabbed the keys, and headed out the door.

*Justin's POV*

We rounded the corner of a wall with graffiti on it. Nice graffiti man, great. I had decided to go with Nacho's crew, and it was the best decision yet. Not only could I get my revenge, but I got to be totally fucking baked for free. I was higher than a kite. I was happy. Until I remembered why I was there. I had to kick Nacho's ass.

"Aye Justin, ya feelin that yet?" Nacho says with a smirk. I smile from ear to ear in response. Everyone around me chuckled, but I was too high to care. I did'nt even notice they were looking at me. Any other time I would have freaked, but not tonight.

we were turning another corner when a car drove up. Funny, it kinda looked like the car from Drea's house. Drea's car. And the girl inside kinda looked like Drea. A greener, more angry looking Drea. The girl rolled down her window.

"Um, excuse me, is Justin with you guys?"

"Andrea? That you? You come to get baked? or to retrieve your little brother?" Nacho yelled out at the girl. The rest of the crew laughed. the girl began to cower behind the steering wheel. Funny, the girl was the same height as Andrea, too. I giggled.

"Yeah, Nacho. Like I'd ever get high with your cocky ass. You're supposed to do it with people you trust."

No way this was Drea. She'd never be that ballsy.

"Justin?" the girl called. "Justin are you there?"

I walked to the front of the group. it was Drea. I recognized the pleading tone. And there was one last thing I had to do before I could go home with her.

"Yeah Drea it's me, baby." This earned a few chuckles fro the guys. I pulled open the passenger side door. "But before we go, I have a present for Nacho."

Naturally, Nacho was at the front of the pack. He was high as fuck, but you wouldn't be able to tell if you didn't know. I looked into his eyes, soulless and black. I thought back to what he did to Drea. I glanced back at her. She was using up all her strength trying not to cry. I got angry. In a second I had my hands around his throat.

If there was one thing I was good at ,it was fighting. That was the whole reason i started getting kicked out of foster homes. I had Nacho on the ground in fifteen seconds flat. I was punching, grabbing, slapping at his face, the whole time pressing my knee into his balls.

"YOU NEVER, I MEAN NEVER, TALK TO HER AGAIN. I'LL KILL YOU NEXT TIME, I SWEAR! YOU ARE A FUCKING PIECE OF GARBBAGE! YOU DESERVE TO ROT IN HELL!!"

I got off of him and into Drea's car before his crew could respond. She stepped on the gas, and we were gone. The last thing I remember seeing before passing out is Andrea's face over my bed, streaked with tears. And that's when I realized I fucked up.
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The above photo is of Nacho.