Is It Meant To Be?

Chapter 11

It’s been a week and I haven’t seen or heard of Kevin since the night of the party, except for Kat and Abby asking for updates. Sam went to visit her mom is New York so I haven’t talked to her either and I’ve been back to my normal schedule, nothing out of the ordinary. I was surprised because I figured Kevin would at least text me or something so I had his number.

I was heading home from work when my phone binged in my purse on the passenger seat. I reached over to answer it but took too long and missed the call. I looked at my missed calls and I saw I had 4 missed calls from Sam and one missed call from an unknown number. I dialed Sam first and it went right to voicemail.

Then I redialed the unknown number. What sounded like a man answered, “Hello?”

“Um, yeah hi. You called me?” the other line was silent for a couple seconds and then he cleared his throat.

“Hailey?” He sounded like he just woke up.

“Yes?”

“Its Kevin.” He finally said after clearing his throat again. It sounded like he was crying.

“Oh hey. So where have you been?”

“Can I come over and talk to you?” he sniffled and I became worried. How though? I barely know him….

“Um…Sure. But like give me 10 minutes because I’m on my way home from work.” He was quiet and then he humfed and hung up. Okay?

When I got to my house I pulled in to find he was already there. Leaning up against his car like he had done a week ago outside my house after the party. “How long have you been here?”

He shrugged his shoulders and stepped forward, fallowing me up the walk to the door. When we entered the front door I started taking off my sweatshirt when I felt arms around me. I tried pushing him away but he was so strong.

“Please I’m..so lost. I don’t..know what…to do.” He stumbled with his words. I could smell alcohol on his breath and what I hoped wasn’t weed.

I didn’t know what to do or say. I had this possibly stoned drunk in my house, embracing me, and I didn’t know what to do. “Okay. How about we sit on the couch and talk. Let’s just relax. Sound good?” he finally loosened up and let go. He stumbled over to the couch and plopped down. I sat across from him on the love seat.

I flipped on the lamp close by and it eliminated his face. He had red blotched on his cheeks and his nose was red. His eyes were the worst, having his green eyes a dim color and the whites of his eyes bloodshot. I also notice how he was so keen on eye contact the other night but now couldn’t look at me for more than 2 seconds before looking away.

“Okay tell me what happened?” he just kept looking around the room and whimpering like a little hurt puppy. I felt really bad. He didn’t really say anything he just rambled stuff like “He’s and asshole” and “cutting me off”. I tried to follow but he made no sense, mumbling ever 3 or 4 words.

Then my phone rang and it was Sam. I handed him my water bottle I had and waited till he drank some to help him calm down some. Then excused myself and went to the other room. When I answered she sounded relieved.

“Hello? Hailey?” she had panic in her voice. Was it about Kevin?

“Yes. Yes I’m here. What’s going on?” there was shuffling on the other side of the call. Sounded like she was looking threw papers.

“Have you heard from Kevin at all. He was supposed to come out here 3 days ago but he hasn’t shown up. I called the school and they said he stopped going the Monday after my party.” She was crying now and I heard a woman with her ask questions and Sam shushed her.

“Listen, Kevin is here and he’s a mess. I don’t know what to do. I hadn’t heard from him since the night of your party. He’s hysterical about something.” I heard her let out a sigh, what I said must have made her feel better. I myself also let out a sigh.

“Okay. Is he okay? Like, is he hurt?” I peeked around the corner of the room into the living room and looked at him. I tried to remember if he was hurt.

“I don’t think so. But you should know he is definitely drunk.” She let out a growl sound. And was quiet. Then I remembered thinking he might have smoked pot. “Does Kevin smoke pot?” she said no and it made me even more worried. What would make him decide to start smoking?

She explained her guess to why he’s a mess, talking about his dad cutting off his cards and sending someone to take his car away. “Why would he do that?”

“Apparently Uncle Phil, his father, is getting remarried to a woman he met on his business trip. And Kevin doesn’t like her. So he expressed his feelings about the situation.” I felt for him. My mom has dated a guy that was a total douche and just wasn’t right at all. She continued , “And he broke a window in one of his dad’s cars.” Wow.

I then remembered this guy was in my living room and he is intoxicated this time. I told her I would call her later and tell her about everything that happened. I had to assure her three times that I would look after him and promised to help him out.

When I got back to Kevin he seemed to calm down to his normal self. When I went back to sit across from him he wasn’t crying anymore and he was looking me in the eyes. I slowly sat down and we just looked at each other. I noticed he drank the whole water bottle and was now playing with the cap, nervously.

“So did you mean everything you said to Sam?” He fumbled with his words, slurring them out one at a time. It made me cringe. I really felt bad for the kid.

“Yes, I did. I don’t know why. I must be crazy.” I let out a little giggle and he chuckled. I felt the air ease up after the tension from before. HE slouched back and rubbed his eyes, seeming more relaxed.

When he looked back at me he had fresh tears filling up his eyes. And then his next words made me tear up a bit also. It came out as a whisper but I felt the power behind it. He stared deep into my eyes and said, “Help me.”