Being in a group home wasn't ideal for anyone, but for the six teenagers, it was the best they could get out of the crappy system. In other's eyes, it was an odd way to form a friend group bonding over being in the same abusive home. But in their ey...
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"Shush you two!" Quinn snapped, turning her head to look at the two sheepish-looking teenagers, their blonde friend passed out on the pile of clothes—clearly a lightweight.
Jack, who had a pillow pressed to his face to suppress his laughter rolled over onto his stomach, furrowing his brows. "Did you guys hear that?"
The curly-headed friend next to him rolled her eyes, sobering up. "No dumbass, you're hearing things, again."
"No," Jack protested, getting up from off the bed. "I heard something it was like...thump."
"So what?" Walker drawled out. "The neighbors are probably getting down and dirty again."
A loud whine made all the teen's heads snap to where Alea was on the ground, her water spilled all over her yellow shirt. It one was one of Alea's favorite shirts because it fit her tight and had the flinestones logo on the front, even though it was chipped and worn out she protected it like it was her baby.
Quinn was the first to rush to her. "Aw, Alea," she said, bending down by her side as drunk tears started dripping down her cheeks.
"My shirt," Alea pouted, using a nearby hoodie to dry herself off. "I'm a clumsy drunk, it's a problem"
"I'll go get you a towel." Quinn gave her friend a small pat on the arm before she maneuvered through the bodies blocking her way, unlocking the door, and stepping into the hallway.
The floorboards creaked under her weight, they also had, but this time it irked Quinn the wrong way. The apartment was quiet and held this draft that made her shiver, the only window in the living room was sending in small light rays illuminating the dust flowing through the room.
Quinn placed her hand on the bathroom door, she knew it would be unlocked since the lock had been broken for years, but she was scared of what she would find on the other side.
She knew Ares had a problem with cigarettes, maybe even weed, but hard drugs? She was even more embarrassed in herself because she hadn't noticed it for the whole time she had known Ares, he was a functioning addict, it was a sad but true fact.
Quinn took a deep breath, pushing open the door.
A piercing scream tore her throat, so loud it almost felt like her throat would be ripped in two.
Ares was there on the ground, a white foamy substance dripping from his mouth. The bathroom was dark and when she backed against the wall, the light switch flicked on, revealing the empty pill bottle by his side.
No, her mind screamed. He wouldn't do this, Ares wasn't like this.
She fell to her knees, placing her head in her hands, sobbing hard like a child. The hinges on the door creak and footsteps come running.
It felt like there was a spiky ball in her throat, prickling her throat when she tried to speak. Quinn watched in horror as Walker turned Ares onto his side, shaking and begging him to wake up.
