Andrew found himself unable to escape from Kevin's tight grip, no matter what he tried. It seemed that Kevin was always lurking just behind him, never letting him out of his sight. (Toxic)
Kevin walked out of the church and entered his car, "I need to see Andrew," Kevin mumbled while gripping the stirring wheel.
All he could think about was Andrew and his mother, he began thinking if his mother was set up.
Kevin began getting paranoid.
This led him to think Andrew's cheating on him, cause why else would Andrew ignore him?
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Kevin was pulling up on Andrew's street, he glanced through the driveway and didn't see his wife Andrew's dad's car. So he thought he was home alone.
He pulled up in the driveway and got out of his car. He walked to the door and knocked on it. "I honestly don't care if his dad is here I just want to see Andrew," Kevin thought to himself.
Kevin heard walking come towards him, the door opened and Kevin's eyes widened. It wasn't Andrew nor his dad, it was some woman in her thirties, "Hello? Who are you?" The lady asked.
"Oh—I'm looking for Andrew," Kevin said.
"Wait..Andrew? Is his dad named Christopher?" She asked. "Yes," I responded.
"Oh yes! Well, they moved away. Christopher is my cousin and he let me buy the house." The lady smiled.
Kevin's heart dropped, "Y-You...Wait— They moved?!" Kevin slightly shouted.
"Yeah...?" She tilted her head, "Is everything alright?" She questioned.
Kevin felt a wave of anger, anxiety, and sadness go over him. He walked away.
He covered his mouth with his shaky hands while tears fell, he choked on his sobs. He got in the car and dialed Andrew's phone number, "This caller is unavailable, leave a voicemail at the beep," The phone said.
"H-He blocked me?!" Kevin shouted.
"He ghosted me? Is this karma? I should've been better for him. I should've treated him better." Kevin thought to himself.
Kevin pulled out of the driveway and made his way home.
————————— 3 weeks later.
Kevin was sitting on his couch with a bottle of Louis, his head laid back with tears shimmering through his eyes.
He hasn't been at work since nor has he contacted anybody.
"Fuck...Andrew," Kevin slurred.
Kevin grabbed his phone out again and pressed on Andrew's contact, Kevin was only able to send voice messages so he could only hope Andrew listened to them.
He clicked on the call button, "This caller is unavailable, leave a voicemail at the beep," The phone said.
"Andrew....I thought about it and, I-I treated you bad..Very bad. I regret everything. But I can't let you go. I don't know what it is, Hic, Ilove you. I love you so much it hurts to see you go. You know my parents fought a lot when I was a kid. So I didn't know what love was, I grew up around bad people, Andrew. I wished you'd understand. I wish I understood you. Andrew, you're the best thing that happened to me, but you're not here now. I don't know what to do. You made me want to wake up every day. Why'd you leave?! I told you that I could love you, you just had to be patient." Kevin cried.
Tears fell, Kevin's eyes began stinging, and everything hurt for Kevin.
Kevin hung up the voicemail and took a big sip of his alcohol.
—————— 1 week later.
Kevin sprung up by the banging on the door, "I fell asleep in the kitchen? And who's knocking?" Kevin mumbled.
"Is it Andrew?!" Kevin thought to himself.
Kevin rushed to the door and hurriedly and opened it, to his disappointment it was Marcus, "Fuck, it reeks like alcohol. Seriously man, what happened?" Marcus asked.
"Ugh...Nothing," Kevin groaned.
Kevin walked back into the living room and sat on the couch, "Damn, you've been drinking a lot...There's bottles everywhere," Marcus said.
"What's wrong? Why haven't you been at work?" Marcus asked.
"Work this, work that...You ever shut up about it?" Kevin responded. "I understand if you need some time off mental health is important, but you need to get back to work. Surprisingly you actually get more stocks than me. Since you've been absent the stocks have gone down." Marcus explained.
"I quit," Kevin sighed.
"What do you mean?!" Marcus asked.
"You know if you quit it will be my ass?!" Marcus contested. "I see no point of it..." Kevin said.
"Kevin, what's wrong? Seriously," Marcus worried. Marcus sat down next to Kevin, "You can tell me about your problems, even if it means that I have to sit in this smelly messy house." Marcus laughed, and Kevin let out a small chuckle.
"After all I'm your older brother..So please tell me what got you so messed up that you have an Ever-clear bottle," Marcus said.
Kevin let out a sigh, "It's Andrew bro, he left. Ghosted everyone," Kevin said.
"I just feel every emotion bottle up inside me and every time I drink I feel even more guilty, because I'm not the victim here, yet I'm deteriorating." Kevin gritted.
"You think Andrew would want that? If Andrew stood right here and saw you, what would he say?" Marcus asked.
Kevin visualized Andrew staring at him in disgust, Kevin never wanted Andrew to see him this way.
For some reason tears fell, "I-I d-don't know maybe h-he wants me to get..better?" Kevin asked.
"Exactly, you think he wants you to sit here and grieve about him? He's not dead, you can still find him. In fact, how about we make a deal?" Marcus questioned.
Kevin sniffled, "A deal?" Kevin asked.
"Yeah, you continue working starting tomorrow, and I'll find Andrew," Marcus smiled.
"You'll do that for me?" Kevin asked.
"Hell yeah! You're my brother, I'll do anything for you. Though it does take a while to find someone." Marcus said.
"That's fine! Just find him, I'll be grateful," Kevin smiled. Marcus got up from the sofa, "There we go! Now that's the Kevin I know!" Marcus smiled.
"Alright, get yourself together, and uh..I'll send a housekeeper over here, it's messy," Marcus observed.
I nodded my head.
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