Vicious Bastards

Chapter 9: That unacceptable shit

*October 24th*

*Steve's POV*

 *Luke's house 3:10 pm*

I didn't even get a chance to do my homework. Brittanny has been telling me there is an important meeting at Luke's house and I have to be there. Me and her get on our bikes and ride down there. We meet Josh and Luke in the front yard.

"J what the fuck is going on?"

I ask.

"It's Tyler. He's just in a state of stress and it would be nice if all of us are here to comfort him."

We go inside and see all of our friends chilling. I find Tyler on the couch with Brent.

"Hey Tyler. You okay?"

"Nah nigga."

I sit next to him on the couch. He is shaking pretty bad. Brent gets off the couch and Brittanny talks to him someplace else.

"Just tell me what's going on."

"Remember my grandmother? She's in the hospital like before but this time.... She's fighting for her life."

"Oh shit."

"Steve you don't know much about me, but I barely have family. Frank is about it.... I'll be back."

"Oh okay I'll be here."

He goes upstairs still shaking a bit.

"What he tell you?"

Brittanny says reappearing.

"His grandmother is dying."

"Oh damn."

"Yeah but he just went upstairs."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"He's not going to do anything wild."

"You're right I'm over thinking. I am very worried about him though."

Time passes up and still no sign of Tyler. Maybe she isn't over thinking this. I go upstairs. I look around and find almost all the rooms empty. Where is this nigga? I get to a guest room and find a closet door closed but the light on inside. I open the closet door.

"Tyler what the fuck?! What is... Tyler!"

"Shut up nigga!"

He pulls me in the closet and shuts the door. 

"What are you doing? You can't do that!"

"I can do what I want."

He says with an all-white nose. 

"Where did you get that shit? Why?"

"Look Steve, I'm doing it because it calms me down. I can admit I'm going overboard with it."

"Life is hard as shit but turning to drugs is not a damn choice."

"It clearly is if I'm doing it right now."

"Could you just stop doing it and come down? Please that's all I want."

"Fine."

He zips the bag and puts it in his pocket. We go to the bathroom, and I run the water as I wipe his nose off. 

"I won't tell anyone about this."

"Thanks."

He blows his nose, and the rest comes out. His nose blends back with his skin and we return downstairs. I can't believe he really did that! Sitting in the closet and doing lines off his hands. I don't even know how to really react. I hope he changes soon and stops doing that shit.