The girl next door, - ᴛ.ᴋᴀᴜʟɪᴛᴢ

chapter forty-four.

• MY KINDA WOMAN - MAC DEMARCO

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I walked out of the hospital, my hands in my pockets and my eyes quickly flickering to Vince as he dragged from his cigarette, smoke blowing towards my direction.

"Fuck did you do?" He pointed out with his cigarette while I stepped through the thick snow, my eyebrows furrowing. "It was a work accident." I said as I crossed my arms and rubbed them, breathing out a cloud of condensation.

His eyes flickered over my form before he let out a heavy sigh and stubbed out his cigarette, turning away from me. "Get in the car."

I did as I was told and pulled open the car door before sitting down in the passenger seat. Vince got into the driver's side and shifted gears, glancing at me.

"Are you staying with anybody?" Vince asked as he sped off. I shrugged and looked down, gripping my seat slightly. "Can you drop me somewhere? I just need to run in and grab something."

"Sure, kid." He sighed heavily, his hand moving in a circle on the steering wheel once he turned. "Where is it?"

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"We're here."

My eyes opened, my head tilting off of the widnow as I glanced around for a split moment before getting out and walking towards the house. I grabbed the key from under the mat and opened the door, closing it halfway behind me.

I guess nobody had been here since the accident.

My eyes flickered around, feeling a sense of nausea wash over me. I slowly made my way upstairs, my hand gliding against the rails before I made my way down the hallway and to my room.

The door was open, and the room was cold. The whole house was.

There weren't really any good memories here. The best ones I had with Tom and Bill with the consequence of constantly arguing with my brother.

My eyes flickered to the needles scattered on my floor and the trails of blood on the carpet from whenever I hit something. Somehow, the mental scars just don't fade.

I missed feeling like that, but I was trying not to get back into that habit. I was sick enough now. Why take it further?

There wasn't really anything left in my room.

Once I'd finished looking around, I grabbed a piece of paper, wrote something down in poor handwriting, and stuck it onto my wall. After that, I packed a small bag of clothes and turned away.

Tom will come here soon once the hospital calls him. I know he will.

I walked out and closed the door behind me before walking down the hallway and heading towards Seb's room, giving the door a nudge as I watched it slowly open.

I went over to his bed, looking around as I sat down and picked up the picture of us on his nightstand. This was when I was in diapers, of him holding me when he had his buzz cut, eyebrow, and tongue piercing.

Must be why Vince reminds me so much of him.

My jaw clenched slightly, but I pulled open his drawer and grabbed out one of his shirts before wrapping the picture frame carefully in the fabric. I held It to my chest and stood up to grab a few more things.

I pulled up his mattress and looked under his pillow, under the floorboard where he kept his weed and in the pillow case for anything he must have hid. I sighed and backed into the wall, jolting at the brick dropping down onto the floor.

My eyes went to the hole in the wall, and I reached in till my arm was shoulder-length in. I grabbed something cold and pulled it out.

I trailed a finger over the gun, my eyebrows furrowing slightly once I checked the loaded bullets and looked down. I lifted my shirt and tucked it into my waistband, grabbing my bag before leaving his room.

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"Get everything you need? Are you sure you don't have anybody to stay with?" Vince said, looking at me as I pulled open the car door and paused for a minute. I looked back at the twins' house, my lips pursing.

"No." I said quietly.

I just couldn't keep holding them back.