Chapter 72: "He Needs Help"

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"she was everything real in a world full of make-believe"(atticus)

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"she was everything real in a world full of make-believe"
(atticus).

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I finally make it home, at peace and grinning like a fool. I wait in my car for a second, still smelling the remnants of Nico's vanilla perfume.

I should call Rikkard. He'll be happy for me.

I quickly type his number in, not bothering to turn my phone off do not disturb. The line rings. And rings. And disconnects.

What?

I'll text him.

My heart drops when I see the messages.

Rikkard:
/gwprj/

Rikkard:
/oka/

Rikkard:
/gejo/

No.

I call Jake immediately. He may be a dick, and I may be realizing more and more how much I dislike him, but he knows about Rikkard, and I'm going to need help. It might be an accident, but historically, it won't be.

'Hey, dude.'

"Meet me at Rikkard's," I hurry, already putting my car in reverse. "He sent me some weird texts. He's not okay."

'Damn it,' I hear shuffling on Jake's end and a girl's voice. 'Okay, I'll be there.'

I drive fast, confident Jake will still beat me there, girl or not. He lives closer, and he'll be on his motorcycle. I still have to put up with traffic in this car.

I finally slide my car into Rikkard's driveway and jump out of the car, slamming the door shut. Jake is pulling his helmet off, but as I pass his bike, I grab the helmet. He looks back at me, his face scared and confused.

"Just in case," I mutter.

Jake opens the door quickly and quietly. He peers in, and I wait anxiously behind him.

"Clear," he whispers. He pauses a few steps into the rundown house. "On the couch. He's out."

I peer into the living room. Rikkard's father is lying on the couch, the tv on and a beer barely staying in his grip. I move past Jake as he stares at him in disgust. I pause in the kitchen doorway to the right, a large figure drawing my attention from my march towards Rikkard's room.

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