My Life With YTF

Chapter 10

<CHESTER'S POV>

"Ok babe. Me and Poppy are gonna go so Mallory and Emily can come in. I'll come and see you in a bit. I love you." I said as I gave her a kiss on the head and Poppy gave her a hug.

"I..I love you t..t..too."

Me and Poppy went back out to the waiting room and everyone was still there. I told Mallory and Emily they could go in now. Me and Poppy sat in our private little waiting room with Justin and Ryan. Ryan looked pretty upset. He was pacing around the room like he had done something bad.

"What's wrong Ry?" I asked.

He started to mumble to himself, "I'm a terrible person. I should die. I'm a terrible person. I should die."

"Ryan! Snap out of it and tell us what's wrong with you." I sort of shouted.

"It was me." He said with tears slowly rolling down his cheeks.

"What was you?"

"I was the person who hit Becca. I was the one who ran the red light. I was texting her to see if you guys were still coming to the party." He said with tears now pouring out. "I'm a terrible person. I DESERVE TO DIE." He shouted as he ran out of the E.R.

"What the hell just happened?" asked Justin.

"I don't know. Maybe he just needed some air. I'm gonna go see if he is outside." I said getting up.

I walked outside, but Ryan was nowhere to be found. I went back inside to tell Poppy and Justin and we all started calling and texting him like crazy trying to find him. I figured he probably caught a cab to the liquor store down on Old England Highway. That's where he always went when something bad had happened.

"I'll be back. I think I might know where he is." I said getting up out of my chair again.

I caught a cab and went down to the store I figured he was at. Ryan wasn't much of a drinker, but when something like this happened, he changed completely. Like when his grandfather passed away, I rushed him to the E.R. 3 or 4 times in one week to get his stomach pumped from alcohol poisoning.

I went inside but didn't see him. I walked up to the guy standing behind the counter if had had seen him come in. He said he came in bought 2 cases of bud light (24 cans in each case), a bottle of whiskey, and a bottle of tequila. Not good. He has never bought that much before.

"Did he metion where he was going?" I asked worried.

"He said something about the park."

"Thank you." I said running out the door.

I drove around the park until I saw him sitting up against a tree trunk, chugging a can if bud light.

I parked on the side of the road and started walking towards him.

Then I realized there was something weird abou tthe way he was sitting.

Oh. My. God. Ryan was holding the pistol his grandfather gave him when he was 14. To his head.