And Then, There Was Fire.

thirty five.

"I turn the Ritz into a poor house, it's like eviction number four now,"  The Weeknd and Future's 'Low Life' music video played softly from Trey's mounted TV and sound bar in his bedroom. He placed his glass of liquor back down on his nightstand after another sip, upset that drinking didn't help his nerves in any way besides his intoxicated feeling.

He decided against refilling it, wanting to have a clear head for whenever Lauren was to wake up in his mom's makeshift clinic room in their home.

He couldn't help but to keep replaying in his mind Lauren's entire weight go limp before him. The immediate thought in his mind that something was wrong had bothered him. It was one of his thoughts that came with a strong intuition that always turned true, he just knew whatever it was it wasn't good; at all.

He continued tossing an old baseball up to catch it, trying to remain preoccupied due to his antsy feeling. He couldn't keep still, he couldn't stop thinking.

He sighed, remembering his mom's threatening tone to stay away from the room Lauren was in until she figures out what's wrong. His hysteria and antics the moment she fainted didn't help her to think or aid to Lauren.

He plopped his back down across his bed, tossing his baseball up towards the ceiling still as he mouthed to the faint music.

He felt his bed vibrate, looking over towards his things that he put on the bed when he emptied his pockets earlier. He stretched his arm out to grab his phone, but realized it was Lauren's phone that he grabbed for her when they left Kurisch's house.

Without thinking he was about to place it back down, realizing he grabbed hers by mistake but noticed a text from Aubrey on her front home screen.

He sat up to his side immediately, leaning on his elbow as he continued staring at the message that was the notification that vibrated his bed. The text preview wouldn't show due to her phone still being locked.

He wanted to think twice about unlocking her phone, but with what just happened to her, along with his quick anger just from seeing his name on her phone......... he entered her passcode.

"Thanks again for the talk yesterday, never got to truly thank you for it. You owe me nothing, Ren. Glad you're feeling better."

He couldn't see it, but he knew his eyes were turning crimson from the heat under his eye lids. He watched the silicone from her case begin to indent around his overheating grip on her phone.

His fast-breathing pace became audible, exhaling heavily through his nostrils.

"Trey?" April's voice sounded behind him as she entered his bedroom, causing him to quickly look down and hold his eyes closed tightly, pressing his fingers against his eyelids.

"What's up, mom?"

She watched him stretched out on his bed with his face in his hand, her heart breaking to see him this way but ignorant to how he was really feeling in that moment.

He tried his hardest to suppress his rage, unsure if his rage was with Aubrey...... or Lauren.

"Good news is, it's not the end of the world like you made it seem." She spoke as she stepped over to him. "She's fine."

"Great." He tried his hardest.

April took his response as sarcasm, as if he didn't believe her.

"I'm serious. It's not what you think, however I still need to monitor her...... a lot. Probably have her swing by more often." She said as he started to lift up on his bed to sit on the edge of his mattress.