(Stuck in) The Middle

Heroin Money

Song to listen to while reading:

All The Same - Real Estate

Alex

After I cooked Cheyenne's favorite, I was washing dishes and couldn't help but ponder the idea of actually giving her mother money.

The thing is, I couldn't do that if my life depended on it. What Cheyenne doesn't know, is that she had asked me for money 2 years ago, but this time it was to pay for more heroin.

I just kind of ignored it and went on with my life. I really didn't have any desire to talk to her again; so I'm just going to let this go and let it fade away.

Suddenly, I felt a warm body behind me. Of course, it was Cheyenne; she had her arms wrapped around my waist with her head resting on my back.

"Hey." Cheyenne said, kissing my shoulder.

"Hey, what's up. Why are you clothed?" I laughed.

"Well, it's 5:30 and I've got to go drop this off at the dry cleaners." She sighed, stepping back and grabbing her bag.

"Okay, well when you get back, I have to talk to you about something." I stated, facing her.

"Okay, be right back. I love you." She said, kissing me and hurrying out the door.

I'm not sure what I'd do without her, life would simply be unlivable. I should probably just let her send the money. I mean, it wouldn't hurt anyone but, then again, I'm not exactly sure about that.

Then it hit me: maybe we need to make sure she's going to use this money right.

I think it's time for a road trip.

Ring. Ring.

I look on the caller ID and it's Cadence's school. Ugh, what did he do this time.

"Hello?" I answer.