This Is How I Disappear

Chapter 10: You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison

A/N: I felt like updating cause this is a short bit. Anywho, comment on how I did amd if you like it. Maybe tell your friends? Also tell me if you want more. Thanks homeslices ^-^ -Gerard

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-Time Lapse-

*Lucas' Pov*

Everyone was upset about Gram and Grampa passing away, but I think it hit Xander the most. All he did was drink and drugs again. There wasn't a moment that I saw Xander sober or not fucked up. Zeke hadnt really talked to Xander, he never left his room unless he had work.

Gram dying hit him hard, almost as if he was the one who died. Quinton has been the only one ocasionally allowed in Xander's room. Other than that, it was off limits. I had sometimes heard Xander talking loudly to himself or crying when I went to Zeke's. I was stretched out on Zeke's couch, we were watching The Matrix. He was eating popcorn and totally zoned out and into the movie. He aalways made angry expressions when it went to commercial. I didn't mind so much.

I heard Quinton in the kitchen behind the couch fumbling with the coffee maker. I looked over mg shoulder, it was Quinton and Xander. Boy, Xander looked bad. He was super sick looking and he really looked dead. He could barely stand, he held onto the counter.

"Quin, come here." I called. Zeke was looking too. Quinton said something quietly to Xander and walked over to the couch. "Is he okay?" I asked. Quinton shrugged and glanced over his shoulder. Xander stood staring at the coffee maker witg dull interest.

"He's getting better. He didn't drink as much today as he did yesterday." Quinton said looking back at us.

"He needs to stop." I said sharply.

"He will." Quinton nodded, he walked back over to Xander and made two cups of coffee. Xander watched slowly, almost as if he was in slow motion. I observed.. he was breaking down again. Once they went back to Xander's room I turned to Zeke.

"Wanna make a plan?" I asked, Zeke looked at me with his head cocked.

"I'm listening." He edged on.

"Leys get him into Rehab." I told him.

"How?" Zeke asked.

"Once he sleeps, we can drive him to the one a couple miles from here. He's a heavyass sleeper when he's drunk." I answered. Zeke smiled.

"That's a brilliant idea. But what about Quinton?" Zeke asked.

"I'm sure he will agree to it." I said.

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A/N: I know. Short as hell, but whatever. The video doesn't have the center part I know. Idk why stupid youtube. Anywho comment please :) -Gerard