Four Days

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Three days later

I woke up completely fresh off of a hangover and 3 days sober but I needed nicotine. I grab my phone and pack to see I have a missed call. 605-65... That's Hayden's mom... What if she... No she can't.. I shouldn't call back... But what if.. No...
I start walking outside and my phone goes off. It's the same number. I hesitate for a minute but pick up.
"H-Hello?" I light my smoke and take a much needed inhale.
"Hey Ryley, how yah doing sweetie?" She seemed rather happy.
"Good, excited to see Hayden," I inhaled again.
"Speaking of her," ash of my cig fell and landed on my foot.
"Fuck," I lightly mumbled.
"We want you to come with to pick her up. Surprise her some if you will,"  my heart raced at the idea. 4 hours sooner to see her.
"Yeah, of course," my voice cracking on the "of."
"Um- I'd drive but my arm is um- severely fractured and I'm only supposed to drive short distances," I cursed myself for a minute.
"Oh don't worry honey, we were gonna have you go with us anyways, hope yah heal soon," I dropped my smoke and stomped it out.
"Bye June."
"Bye Ryley," I was going to need some alternative to my cigarettes.
4 more days. Four more.

ID WRITE MORE BUT I HAVE AN APP ON MY FOR THAT BLOCKS MY APPS AT A CERTAIN TIME

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