Out Of The Comfort Zone

Chapter 8

KEEGAN'S POV

I sat at the edge of my bed, staring at the slim orange bottle in my right hand, containing dozens of circular white tablets. Looking to my left, I saw the glass of water on my desk.

I jumped over to the glass, and in one swift motion, chucked it across the room, screaming my head off. I watched as the glass hit my door, its broken shards now scattered across my bedroom floor. I threw the prescription bottle right after, causing the white tablets to be everywhere, along with the glass.

I practically ran out my room and down the stairs, ignoring the shards cutting through my socks and to my skin. I slid on my sneakers at the foyer, ignoring Marisa's calls, asking me where the Hell I was going, why my room was trashed, and that she wasn't covering up for me if either of our parents saw. But at that point, I honestly didn't care. I grabbed my keys and was out the door, into the black night. Where I was going? Well, I couldn't answer that just yet.

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ALEX'S POV

I glanced at the time on the tv's cable box. 10:27 pm. God, why wasn't my mom home yet?

Sighing, I got up off the couch and shut off the tv. I picked up the house phone and dialed her office number.

"Hello?" She spoke.

"Mom? Where the Hell are you? It's almost 10:30!"

She sighed. I could just picture her with her eyebrows knit together, causing you to see the wrinkles she had on her forehead. "I know. I'm sorry. But I just caught up with work. I could try and come now if you'd like.." She trailed off.

"No, I mean, it's fine. Come home when you can." I knew how hard it's been for us money wise since Dad left. Instead of her only having to worry about 50% of what she earns , like she used too, she has to worry about 100% of it. Me an extra 10%. So I understood.

"Thanks Hun. I might not be home till the morning though."

"That's ok. I'll be fine."

"Ok then. Goodnight."

"Night."

Hanging up the phone, I let out a long breath I hadn't realized I was holding. Like always, she wouldn't be home. What's new?

I looked at the couch and saw a sleeping Naomi. Slipping on my UGGS and varsity jacket over my pajamas, I grabbed my keys and locked the door behind me. I hopped into my Jetta and was off.

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I walked down the sidewalk with my hood up and head down. I looked across the street to my right and saw a pitbull barking behind a barbed wired fence. Around me I could hear sirens in the distance, and junkies smoking joints and doing coke, prostitutes either next to them or on their lap. Shaking my head, I kept walking and looking at the ground. I tried to focus on the task at hand. Get to Ronnie's apartment and see how he's been.

Walking down the sidewalk, I saw Ronnie's apartment to my left. I bounded up the steps and saw his address. 306. My fist hovered above the door, debating on if I should see him. I haven't seen him since last year. I finally knocked and a stressed out Ronnie came to the door, with a sleeping six year old Abigail in his arms.

"Alex," he breathed out out, obviously surprised by my presence.

"Hi," I said forcing a smile, tears already in my eyes. "Can I um, come in?"

"Oh yeah of course," he said opening the door wider.

He closed the door behind me, saying he was going to put Abigail in bed. Nodding, I took a seat in the sofa, looking around. Everything was the same. I only noticed one thing. There were now a bunch of pictures of Ronnie, Rachel, and Abigail together all over the walls and on coffee tables. They were so perfect then.

"So. How are you two doing?" I asked when he sat on the couch.

He shook his head sighing. "Not all that well. Abby's six now. She's been asking where her mom is. And saying how she wishes she had one like the other girls at school. I mean what am I supposed to say to that? What, do I tell her? I knocked her mother up when we were 15 and she was the love if my life, she got into a fucking accident a year later, and it just so happens it was my fault and I haven't been the same since!" By now he was practically screaming tears rushing down his face.

"Stop it! Stop blaming yourself, stop being sad, just stop it! I thought you were over that? It wasn't your fault! " I said, reaching his tone and covering my ears with my hands.

He stared at me, with his blond hair covering his dull eyes. He was about to break down even more any second. "I just miss her so much."

I walked over to where he was sitting at the end of the couch sat next to him. I tucked my feet under neath me and hugged his side. I could feel him hugging me back.

"I miss her too Ronnie," I whispered to myself.

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Hi! So this chapter is probably extremely short, but I just wanted to get something up here!

Uh that's it. Hoped you liked this chappie!

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