Sex, Lies, and the Drug Game

Chapter 41

Hey guys, I'm glad to be writing again and I hope your enjoying the story. I am almost done with it and I am so glad that it is folding out well in my head (no writers block, thank God). But I hope you enjoy and WARNING: there is some edgier material in this chapter. You've been warned. Safe readings.

February

Sandy's POV

Don and I were stuck in horrible New York City traffic and I thought I was going to kill myself, it was getting intensely hot in my car seeing that I had my huge winter coat on but I knew as soon as I took it off i'd be immersed in cold. I tried not to fidget too much in my seat and think of something else, it was Friday afternoon and I was heading over to Don's to drop him off and to visit Jen. Jen was due in April and I was curious to how her and Gage were going to work out the whole delivery thing, and I kind of wanted to know how Kyle was doing. I know we've been broken up for sometime now but I loved Kyle with everything I had and just forgetting about him has been harder then I expected. I heard through the grape vine that the band was doing great and gigs were flowing in steadily now for them, they even saved up enough and were able to get a small apartment in London and I was truly happy for them. But trying to rid my feelings for Kyle was the least of my problems.

It had been months now that Dalia has been gone and I am finding it harder and harder to believe that she is even alive anymore. What if this kidnapping had nothing to do with her father and it was just some creep that managed to get into their home and take her away. I missed my friend dearly but I'm starting to move on.

The nights where I use to cry myself to sleep were now far in between and even the gang stopped asking about her. I told them she had moved to Paris and they stopped caring afterwards. Asia was a little hurt that Dalia didn't say goodbye and I almost told her the truth a couple of times, but telling her the real truth would be costly so I decided against it.

My mother has barricaded herself in her bedroom for the past two weeks, her job truly thinks she is very unwell, but in all actuality she is just broken hearted. My father filed for divorce in early January and I guess now that Valentines day is nearing she has become sick with grief. At first I was shocked and hurt at his decision but then we found out that he has a secret family down in Alabama, I apparently have inherited two brothers named Troy and Randy.

I haven't spoken to my father since he told me the news and I could careless. Grace wants to go visit our new found family but I rather not. I especially don't want to meet the woman that took my father away from my mother either. Knowing Grace that probably doesn't bother her much.

Lately Grace and I haven't been seeing eye to eye and I have been avoiding her. My mother was right about her being pregnant but she aborted it late last December, I couldn't look at her the same. She had chosen to have sex countless of times it was her own damn fault for messing up. We always explode on the subject when it comes up, which it always does, and I haven't been able to take Grace in full doses as of since.

It's kind of hard to avoid her since she's back in the house with mom and I. Her boyfriend kicked her out of the apartment seeing she didn't discuss the possibilities the baby could have had. I did feel bad for her then because she did like this guy but I digress she shouldn't have done it. She could have at least talked to any of us about it at first. If she had at least discussed the situation with me or mom or her boyfriend I would have backed her on any decision she'd have made. But she didn't and I couldn't help but to feel a little hurt and betrayed.

"...so that how that is." Don completed his story that I had zoned out on.

I nodded my head and smiled, "cool." traffic hadn't moved really and all I could do was think about everything going on, I thought senior year was suppose to be one of the best years of my life.