𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖒 | d.f. | book two

🐲 alex19 🐲

5:56 pm

"alright! i'm going right now! i'm alexander noel fike-"

"aww! that's so cute!" soraya compliments. "dominic david fike and alexander noel fike. your mom gave you guys such cute names."

"thank you," i smile at her. "i was born october 15. didn't really know my dad. my mom's name is jessica. we love her. she was a difficult mom but she tried her best. dominic mostly took care of us but i tried to take care of him, you know? we were always close. that's my best friend. when we went to school we kind of distanced but home was our place. we were all we had. we survived with each other. my mom did a lot of drugs so she was in and out of the house.

i didn't make many friends. dominic was the socializer out of the two of us, so his friends became mine. so when everyone started smoking. i did too. it was a nice escape."

"i could go for a massive blunt right now," soraya whines.

"me too," i agree.

"me three," matt jumps in.

"me four," persephone says, surprising me.

we all look at juniper, who stares back at us.

"why- oh! no, i've never smoked," she chuckles.

"please don't let matt hear you. he'll peer pressure you," soraya tells her, disdain dripping off her tone.

what the hell did he do to her?

"i graduated," i continue, "and yes, i did start selling for matt. mostly oxy's, perc's, and weed."

"i could never do pills..." soraya says, her face in immense worry, maybe remembering something from before.

"i've tried them for a while," persephone says. "didn't think i needed to bring it up, but it was before juniper. i was in a low place. i'm glad i gave it up."

"i don't do pills," i say, "i just sold them. probably no better. but i do not want to look like what they look like off that shit."

"it's horrible..." persephone says, shaking her head.

"when i was 21, matt, max, dom and i had to go to mexico. matt's dealer told him to pick up his stash from his dealer since his baby mama was having their second baby.

we got into mexico fine, but coming back, the cops ended up finding us and were tailing us and telling us to pull over. we tried to dump most of it out the window during them chasing us, but matt didn't want our sentences to go longer so we eventually pulled over.

the cops questioned us about who's pills and weed it was. they asked us what we were going to do with it and if we had intention to distribute."

"we told them shit," matt laughs.

"no f'real! we told them, it was a road trip and we brought it to have fun," i laugh, looking at the girls to see their shocked and amused expressions. "we all went to jail. they charged all of us with equal possession. max got two months. i got three months. dom got five and matt-"

"i got seven. i guess because i was the driver," matt says, shrugging.

"when we got out, dom wanted to move. and i did too. it was a lot, getting arrested and going to jail. and then some shit happened with dom and the officers but that's not my story to tell. but, we wanted to get away," i tell them, "we decided to randomly choose a place on the map and we got texas. we got odd jobs, saved up to get a car and then we moved to houston. everything after that feels like a fever dream," i sigh.

these days and nights are spilling into each other too quickly.

"it very much happened. i have a stab wound to prove it," soraya states.

"what does this all mean though? life seems so small, now that i hold an entirely new thing inside me," i question.

"i don't know what it means, but i hope to find out," soraya says, nodding her head.

"there has to be a reason we met. it can't be coincidence," juniper says.

"why can't there be a manual on this?" soraya huffs.

"what if it's all connected?" persephone asks, "us meeting, and us becoming each others family?"

"still leaves the 'why'. why us? and for what?" i question.

"i'm going to hold on to the hope that we'll find out," juniper smiles.

hope.

i look at soraya.

"ray," i call her.

"hm?"

"you're last, but not least," i smile.

"i was hoping to go unnoticed," she sighs.

"come on ray, we've all laid it out on the line more or less," persephone tells her.

"fine! my life. alright."