The End

Chapter 30

Ally's POV

I get to floor 14 and knock on his door. We'll. this is it. I get to find out what made Calum choose this kind of life.

The door opens a few minutes later to revel Niall. "Niall? What are you doing here?" I question him. "Well, Calum's pretty upset. Maybe you should talk to him. He a wreak." Niall says, pushing his way out the door, while pushing me in.

I close the door behind me, and walk over to the bed where Calum's hands are covering his face, elbows on his knees. "Calum?" I say, touching his back. He jerks back away from me, clearly confused as to why I'm here.

"When did you get here?" Calum asks me, his eyes bloodshot red from what looks like, crying.

"Just a second ago." I say, sitting next to him, still having my hand on his back. "I'm sorry." He says, looking me in the eye, and I can see it's sincere.

I immediately snake my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug. His arms eventually rest on my back, giving me some comfort.

"I'm sorry I overreacted so bad." I say, now sitting in his lap. "No you had every right to be so pissed off. It was my fault. I should have told you." He said, still looking me in the eyes.

"Tell me the background behind it." I tell him, waiting for him to explain.

Calum's POV

FLASHBACK

"Hey Calum." My lad, David, screams across the school parking lot. "Yeah?" I scream back. "Get your ass over here right now." He says, motioning to his car.

I do as he says, closing my car door that I had just unlocked. I stuff my car key in my pocket and walk over to David's white F-150.

"What." I say, a little annoyed because I have to go home and get changed for work. "I got us something." He said, pulling out something green and fuzzy. "What the hell is that?" I ask, pointing to it.

"Weed." He says. "Come to my house tonight and I'll hook you up with some. You can sell it for some money to get the new car you wanted, because let's face it. Your beat up Toyota Tacoma is a piece of trash."

He was right. I hated that old, rusty truck. I've been wanting a big truck like David's for a long time, and he knows that.

"Alright. I'll be over around 9." I say, walking back to my small truck. I pull out my key, and start my car, throwing my backpack across into the passenger seat.
9:05pm
"So weed huh." I ask him, holing the bag of green fuzz. "Yup. I have regular buyers, but sometimes they like to rip me off, so please, for gods sake, make sure you have all the money they owe you." He says, looking annoyed.

"I though this was going to be my money...?" I ask, now confused. "Oh yeah. Right. Your money." He says, looking a bit panicked. "We'll. give me some." I tell him, grabbing 3 pouches full of the green fuzzy stuff.

I stuff them into my pocket and stand up, ready to leave. "I'll see you tomorrow." I say, walking out of his room and toward the front door.

"Dude, wait. You can't tell anyone where you got it from if someone finds out." He says, my mouth goes dry. I might get caught with this. I could go to jail. I could mess up my future.

I nod my head, and return to making my way towards my car. David lives in the country, about 20 minutes from any civilization. So I start my journey toward the main road, just ready to be home and go to sleep.

After about 4 weeks of selling, it has changed me completely. It has taken over every minute of my life. Wondering if anyone's going to catch me. Scared of what it's doing to my body. I've only smoked it 2 times, and it was fucking amazing.

There has been a few guys try to rip me off, just like David said, but I get the money whether they like it or not. But after a few more weeks, I kept getting bored of selling it. So I stopped.

One day that I came home, it was eerily quiet. "Mom, dad?" I yell. No answer. I look around the house, but no ones here. But then I go to my sisters room. That is a sight that will haunt me forever and ever. My sister is laying face down on her stomach. A red stain on the carpet next to her.

I quickly run over to her. "Mali-koa! Wake up!!!" I scream, trying to shake her. I pull my phone out with shaky hands, dialing 911 as fast as I could.

"Hi. My sisters been hurt. I came home and she was laying on the floor with a blood stain on the floor. I need cops and an ambulance. She's not breathing." I say rushed, but I know I won't be seeing her alive again.

After the paramedics came, my parents came bursting in the door. "What the hell happened?!" My dad screams, looking straight at me. "Mali-koa. She's.....d-d-dead." I stutter, then run straight up the stairs and into my room.

That's when I saw it. A note.

"If you stop selling again, the punishment will be worse, so you better get your act together, or you'll regret it." -David

END OF FLASHBACK