Keep It Lowkey | Lilhuddy

Chapter Sixty Eight

"chase"
I whispered with hitched breath and stopped the car.
"yeah. You weren't answering my calls so I had to call you from Anthony's"
Chase said with what sounded like a sad chuckle.

I took the phone off my ear and looked at the caller ID. It was Anthony.

I didn't say anything. I was busy trying to remember how to breathe. The shock was still evident on my face. I didn't even notice the tears that started falling down my eyes from how overwhelmed I am with everything.

"I'm sorry I wasn't home I was just.."
Chase said after a while but couldn't really finish his sentence. I heard him sigh. So I wiped my tears with my hand and took a deep breath.
"I think we should talk"
I said trying my hardest not to make it obvious that I'm crying.
"yeah.. Can I come to your house?"
I shook my head but then I remembered that he can't really see me.

"no.. My address has been leaked. Even I can't go there."

"what? Where are you? Are you okay?"
I smiled sadly at the worry in his voice.
"yeah I'm okay. I'm on my way to billie's. Can you meet me there?"
I said, biting on my lip to prevent the sob that almost came out of my mouth.
"yes of course. Just send me the location"
I gulped and wiped my tears the didn't stop falling yet
"okay but can you come tomorrow? It'd be better"

Long silence then another sigh from chase.
"okay, see you tomorrow"
"bye"
I pressed the red button and burst into tears again.

Everything is so fucking overwhelming. I can't do this anymore. I just can't. It'd be so much better if I just didn't exist.

After crying for a while more. I finally pulled myself together and started the car again. I drove as random songs on the radio played. I kept driving for a while, the whole time contemplating whether to just quit everything and move to my dad's house and lock myself up in a room forever or not.

Or maybe I should try stronger drugs. I haven't been on weed in forever. Fuck, I can't even remember why I stopped it in the first place.

Cus you wanted to be a better person

Yeah, fuck that.

I was too deep in my head to notice anything abnormal with my car. But it started to lose its speed slowly. Finally stopping. My eyes darted to the battery thing and it was fucking empty.

Holy fucking shit.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck my life.

I snatched my phone fast to call someone, only to find it out if charge.
"shit"
I muttered rubbing my forehead.

What am I gonna do?

I looked around and luckily here was a restaurant nearby. Hopefully I don't pumb into anyone or I swear to God. I climbed out of my car and locked it. I took a deep breath and clutching my purse to my chest. I closed my eyes for a second trying to calm down.

I know I look like a wreck right now, with my smudged mascara and tear stained face. My clothes are wrinkled from being in my car basically all day. I haven't eaten or drank anything since this morning on the plane. My hands were shaking and I was scared shitless.

I can't believe I thought it's a good idea to walk around without any security.

Finally, I mastered up the courage, remembering Tyler's boxing lessons in case I need them, and started walking towards the restaurant.

As I got closer, I got a better view of it. It was a small middle class ice-cream shop with only a couple tables empty. I took out my sunglasses and walked as confidently as I could.