Home sweet fucking home

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Chester’s POV
Chester Charles Bennington is all I heard as soon as I opened the
fucking door to the house!
Yes mom, I replied not amused.
Where hell have you been? She asked me. Why are your
knuckles all bruised? Chester are you high again? She continued with
her fucking game of a million questions.
No mom for fuck sakes im not fucking high again, I got into a
fight because some jackass touched my girlfriend at my friends party.
So I decided to beat the dog shit out of him, and no I didn’t fucking
do anything other than have two beers while I was there. I yelled back
at her.
Well who is this girl? Another one of those whores you like to
mess around with? She asked.
No she isn’t actually, she is a lot different than those stupid
bitches I usually end up with, I snapped back at her. Now do you
have any more fucking questions for me or can I go the fuck to
sleep? I yelled.
With no reply back form my extremely nosie mother I went upstairs to
my room and slammed the fucking door. I flopped down on my bed
and threw my hands over my face mentally screaming. Fuck I
shouted out loud not really meaning to. I got up and staggered my
ass to the shower. When I got out I threw on some clean clothes and
went back in my room to lay down. I grabbed my remote and turned
the stereo on. I needed to listen to some music and calm down, hell
yeah I thought as I flipped through my music collection. Stone temple
pilots will do the trick, it always does. After laying there for a bit
relaxing I decided I needed to go the fuck to sleep before I did
something stupid.

Angela’s house
Roxies pov
Hey Ang, I Said when I came IN the door.
“whats going on girl, she replied once I got inside.
Not Much I just wanted to make sure I actually made it home
tonight, I said plainly.
Babes what’s Wrong? She asked.
It’s nothing really, I replied again. It’s just well, I’m really worried about Chester.
What’s going on with Chester? She asked.
Look Ang I love you, you are my best friend. I want to tell you
but, it isn’t my place. Chester just has some issues going on, and its
kind of person. I’m just worried about him, I told her.
Roxie, look if you are the worried than you need to talk to
someone about this. I don’t want you to break his trust but you need
to talk to someone as well. You know you can talk to me about
anything and I would never tell another soul. I’m not going to pry on it and force you to tell me, but if you decide you need to talk it will stay
between us.
Ang I called, stopping her from walking away. She turned around to face me giving me her undivided attention.
Chester is on drugs, I cried out.
You mean like he smokes weed? She asked me about to giggle.
No Ang not weed, I said. Well I mean he does that too, but I’m
talking heavier stuff.
Heavier like what? She asked again now concerned.
Like anything and everything,I replied with tears starting to fall
from my eyes. Pills, Dope, Coke, Heroin, acid, just about anything he
can get his hands on apparently I continued. I am so worried about
him, how does someone our age end up on all the shit? i asked her? I don’t know babes but there has to be a reason, she spoke softly. I am so sorry Rox, I know how much you like him. Who all knows about this? She questioned.
I think only a couple people, I’m not sure if his parents know or
not. What should I do Ang? I asked.
I really don’t know girl, try to help him quit is about all you can
do. The only other option would to be step back from the situation,
but I already know you’re not going to do that because your in love
with him.
I’m not in love with him Angela, I haven’t even known him that
long. I reorted in a very defensive tone.
Sometimes you don’t have to sweetheart, is all she said before
turning around and waking down the hall.

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