At Least A Million More

Chapter 27

So um yeah. . .

Here's chapter 27 and I'm trying to end this story because it feels like I'm drawing it out, you know?

I do plan on ending this story before it reaches 35. . . I don't know what chapter it'll end on but I'm going to end it before it gets to long.

Anywho, enough of my talking. It's probably pointless anyway. I doubt any of you actually read my authors notes anyway.

ONWARD!!!!

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(Noah)

It's been a week since Kenny came home without Raylen. A week of Kenny being single. A week of Kenny not eating, drinking. A week of him walking around in Raylen's oversized hoodie. A week of him moping around, and it's starting to piss me off.

"Where is that bastard?" I growl, punching the wall.

"He's not a bastard. Don't call him that." Kenny growls back before walking out of the room.

"Kenny, fucking drink something or you're going to become dehydrated!" I yell at his retreating back. Kenny lifts his right hand and flips me off.

"Fuck you." He grumbles. I groan and pull my shoes on and grab my car keys.

"I'd take money and clothes," Trent says before I open the door. I run back to my room and grab a duffel bag, shoving clothes in it. I grab my wallet and check how much money I have before asking Danny to borrow some money.

"That's it. I'm finding that asshole." I growl, walking out the door. I jump in the car and turn it on, backing out of the driveway.

"This is the fastest I've ever seen you drive Noah, I'm proud." Trent says from the passenger seat. I sigh in relief.

"Finally! You can tell me where Raylen is!" I exclaim, grinning at him. Trent sighs and leans back in his seat, crossing his arms.

"You know that thing I was telling you about the other day? The thing you had to find out on your own?" Trent asks. I bite me lip.

"Yeah. . ."

"Well this is the thing. I can't tell you where or everything that's supposed to happen later on in your life will change. Sorta cliché if you ask me, but I'm sworn to secrecy. What happens in the next three days effects everyone's lives forever." Trent says as I stop at a red light.

"Everyone? As in the world?" I ask, raising my eyebrows. I'm gonna fuck this up. . .

Trent reaches over and slaps the back of my head. "Dumbass." He sighs as I drive. I groan and narrow my eyes as I see a familiar person.

"Wait here," I tell Trent as I hop out of the car.

"Oh yeah because we don't want anyone to see me or anything," Trent snorts. I shake my head as I walk up to the man.

"What'd you do with Raylen?" I growl, turning him around. He smirks at me.

"What makes you think I would know where that disappointment is?"

"He's your son," I spit out. Rick narrows his eyes and grips my collar in his hand, pulling me an inch away from his face.

"That faggot is no son of mine," Rick sneers. I gag and look away.

"First off, ever heard of a mint? Second, last time I checked Raylen wasn't a bundle of twigs used for fucking fuel." I growl. Rick tightens his grip on my collar, making it slightly harder to breathe.

"Your kind disgust me," Rick says, letting go of me. I snort and straighten my shirt.

"Our kind? We're human just like you, we aren't aliens you dumb shit," I laugh before walking back to my mustang and climbing in.