It was about ten when Rachel and I left the party. We didn't want to stay too long because she had told her mom we'd be home before her.
I had made ten sales and sold twelve grams. I was up to 1,150 dollars.
We got back to the house and went inside.
"I'm exhausted." She said.
"Same." I said.
The house was freezing when we got inside and shut the door.
"Damn." I said.
"Okay, that's weird. It's hot outside, it's not like a window got left open."
She went down the hall to look at the thermostat.
"What the hell?" She said.
"What?" I asked.
"No shit, the thermostat is at fifty-eight degrees." She said.
"Why?"
"I have no idea." She said. "That's insane."
I could hear the beep of her turning it up.
"And you know what sucks?" She asked.
"What?" I asked.
"All of our thick winter blankets are put up in the attic." She said.
"Are you serious?" I asked.
"I'm dead serious."
"So, we're going to freeze our asses off until the house warms up?" I said.
"Calm yourself. We can put hoodies on."
"My hoody is dirty." I said.
She came back into the living room.
"Well, then you're going to freeze." She said, crossing her arms.
"Well, then, I'm sleeping outside." I said.
She giggled. "I'm kidding." She said. "I have a couple of my dad's hoodies in the top of my closet. I'll get you one of those."
She spun around on her heel and went back down the hall.
I heard her fumbling around her room and I plopped down on the couch.
"Tyler!" I heard Rachel yell from her room a couple minutes later.
I shot up from the couch and ran to her room. She was facing her closet, her back was facing me.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
She turned around and in her right hand was my duffel bag and and in her left was a handful of the plastic containers.
"What the fuck is this?" She yelled.
"Rachel, please, just listen." I said.
"You told me you gave it back!"
I knelt down on my knees. "Please,"
"What happened to not being able to lie?" She asked. "Was that just a fucking act?"
"No," I said.
"Then, what?" She said. "I'm trying to help you, Tyler. That was the whole point in you coming here! So you could escape this shit!"
"I know. There's no excuse for it." I said.
"You're right, there's not. It's pathetic!"
"Rachel," I pleaded.
"I'm done." She dropped the duffel bag and threw the containers in my direction.
She pushed passed me, making her way out the door. I grabbed her hand and stood up.
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Lost Cause (Tyler Carter)
FanfictionTyler's father was the one that always made you laugh when you were having a bad day. He wasn't the one you'd guess would turn out to be an absolute monster. But, it happened. While living as a young and oblivious teenager, Tyler thought there was n...
