Sex, Lies, and the Drug Game

Chapter 39

October

Sandy's POV

I walked amongst the people and the shops in Brooklyn, it was getting cooler now and I loved the weather this time of year. I was meeting Pit for dinner and hopefully a movie or some kind of fun. I liked the walk it gave me time to think, time to reflect and register the past two months.

School was apart of the weekly routine now and everyone got into the balance of school and social life. It's been two months since Dalia disappearance and everyday seems as if she is getting further and further from being found.

I found myself crying a couple nights ago and I didn't have the strength to wipe them away. I just let them fall onto my pillow; that was my comfort, that was my solace for some nights. 

Grace moved back home and is supposedly finishing school up here in the states, but God knows what she really is doing when no one is looking. 

Our mother came back from Canada and has continued her daily routine of work, bitching, and motherly crap and I haven't been seeing too much of my father lately. He is always at work or at the bar. When ever Grace is home he's not, hell whenever any ones home he's not home. I've probably seen him three or four times out of this whole month, it makes me wonder where he has been sleeping.

I haven't talked to Kyle in a month and and the last time I did was a waste of time. I yelled, he yelled back and asked if we should still be together, I gave him a vague answer, and we both hanged up angry. I was alright with it though, Pit and I were finally getting to a friend relationship and I didn't want to crush that by bringing in some stupid Kyle problem that I would have to vent about to Pit. I remember when I saw Pit after the fight he looked horrible, but now his face looked a lot better. He even lets me touch it now. His broken nose was healing well and the doctor said he didn't break his cheek bone so that was good news but it took two days for the swelling in his face to finally go down and the two blacks eyes he had due to his nose injury made it hard to look at him some days. I'm just glad he is looking like Pit now and not some defeated warrior.

I stepped into the Brooklyn Star and looked at my phone for the time, 8:30. I looked up and scanned for Pit whom I spotted with ease and smiled.

I told the waitress my friend was already seated and she let me pass to be seated with him.

"Hey." I took a seat across from Pit, who was engrossed in the menu.

"Oh, hey." Pit smiled as he looked up. He use to wince when he smiled, it was good to see him semi back to normal.

His face was still marked with the punishing scrapes and bruises of the fight but all in all he looked a lot better.

"So how was your day." I returned his smile and picked up the menu that lay in front of me.

"Boring Saturday if you ask me. We should have spent all day together." 

"Yeah I wish we could've, but I had way too much calculus to even consider taking all of today off. I'm going to finish tomorrow... hopefully."

"Oh, you have that academics under wraps huh?" Pit said tapping his temple lightly.

"I'd like to think so." 

"I think all the face and head shots i've taken has made me lose too many brain cells to be good in school."

"Don't say that. If you study and stick with it you can be just as good as anyone in school."

"Yeah I doubt that San, but i'm ok with that. Some people are good at school others are good at other things."

"Oh, and what are you good?"