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Chapter ThirtyEight Eric Powell Atlanta, Georgia
I couldn't stay in Mexico.
I tried for a day and not having anybody to talk to or be around was messing with me. My only option was to go to the bar and drink but that's not what I wanted to do, so I bought a ticket and headed home, then flew Paris out to keep Kyra company.
When I got back to Atlanta, I went and stayed at my moms. She questioned me being there and not in Mexico. I told her I had somethings to get done at work so my trip was cut short. I spent most of my time in my room because I was definitely wearing my pain and that would cause her to ask a million questions.
Kyra has been the only thing that I can think about and it's killing me. I'm so confused on what to do in this situation because I've never dealt with anything like this. We got a baby on the way, I can't even completely cut this girl off like I want to. I'm in a tough spot and it's starting to stress me out.
I needed help, I needed somebody to talk to and that somehow led me to the Young residence. Adam has become my go-to over the time Kyra and I've been together and I've become his. This is the relationship I wanted with my dad but he was always too busy doing...whatever.
He knows Kyra better than anybody too, so he's the best option anyway.
Climbing out my car, I headed up to the door. Before I could even knock it swung open and Tina was rushing out with AJ. She looked upset so I didn't stop her, just moved out her way before walking inside.
"Why are calling her Yvonne?!" Adam yelled. I could tell he was in the kitchen. "You need to stop, okay?! You told me you were getting better but this is proving otherwise! Calling and threatening my wife and son, what the hell is wrong with you?"
I couldn't hear what she said but it caused him to hang up the phone then slam his fist into the counter.
"So what happened?" I asked making him jump.
When he saw it was me, a confused look instantly fell over his face. "Shouldn't you be in Mexico?"
"Yup." I walked over to his liquor cabinet and grabbed a bottle of Dusse and two cups. "I'm guessing you did what I suggested with Yvonne."
He gave me a look, meaning yes but never answered. "Why are you here Eric?"
I poured me a shot and killed it then pushed the bottle over to him. "I need your help."
