New Life

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Tyler's POV

We've been driving for about 10 minutes now, I genuinely have no idea where he's taking me but I don't even feel like talking anymore. I just rest my head on the window and honestly trying really hard not to break down in front of him.

"We're here" Zach said while smiling like an idiot

"What are we doing in an alley?" I asked

"This is like an communal art alley, the cops can't stop us from being creative so I have a duffle bag full of spray paint and go nuts" He says

"Why are we doing this though?" I ask

"This is where I come to like blow off some steam and I think that you have a lot bottled up and I know your good at art so I think this could help you out" He says

"Oh yeah, I've never worked with spray paint before" I reply

"Just give it a go, you'll find out what works and whatever" He says

"Are you going to do it too?" I ask

"Yeah for sure" He says

"Ok" I smiled

We spent about 2 hours there mucking around and he was showing me pretty much how to do it and told me instantly to not get too close because it was going to splat all over me. He ended up painting this really cool looking electric guitar with flames all over it and I painted a pair of broken angel wing with black dripping all over them. It's crazy that theres this whole alley way dedicated to graffiti and no one can stop you from doing it, its so cool.

Zach dropped me home and I walk in and Taylor and Daniel are in a full blown argument, I ignored them and walked upstairs to my room. I lay on my bed and I'm close to falling asleep but right as my eyes close and I hear a tap at my balcony window. I look over and Sam is standing there with his backpack, I slid open the door and he just fell into my arms, I have never seen someone so upset.

"What's happened?" I ask and he's just sobbing as we fall onto the floor

"I can't even speak right now" He cried

"Ok just breathe" i said

"I feel like I can't" He said

"I learnt this trick, breathe in for 5 seconds hold it for 6 seconds then breathe out for 7" I say

He does it a few times and now he can breathe ok but he still has tears streaming down his face, I'm sitting against the bed and he's in between my legs with his head on my chest.

"What's happened?" I asked again

"My parent's got home today and Maya must've complained to our boss and so my dad was just such an asshole to me and literally told me that if I don't get my grades even higher then what they already are then he's going to stop paying my tuition to Grovewood so then I'd be fucked and I need to stop fucking around at work and making them look bad and then he started to drink and he came after me so I left" He says

"Aw I'm sorry, I feel like your work thing is my fault because I was distracting you" I say

"No no no please don't blame yourself, I don't want you feeling bad about anything ok, it's all on me" He says