It had been a month since you and Ruby got into that little dispute and you were still completely crushed. You tried your best to move on and look for a job but had no luck finding one. Ruby would rarely come over when he did it would be to pick up Max or Meth. You would hide in your bedroom until he left.
You were laying in your bed until you got the sudden urge to pack up and leave. You swiftly started throwing your clothes in your bag. Once your bags were packed you went to start packing them up in your car. When you walked down the hall entering the living room you ran into $crim.
"We gotta talk" he said urgently.
"I have nothing to say to you, Scott." You responded as you continued to walk out the door avoiding eye contact with him.
"Cut the bullshit bitchy attitude...Ruby's in trouble" He said. You could tell he was aggravated, but you sensed something else in his voice, sorrow. It wasn't until you looked up and saw that $crim looked liked he'd been crying for what looked like hour, that you started to take the situation seriously.
"....Scott what happened?" You asked afraid of what the answer would be.
"...Oddy slit his wrists.." He replied with tears welling from his eyes. You immediately dropped your bags and burst into tears.
This wasn't my intentions.
I was only trying to protect us both and instead I ended up fucking it all up.
whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck.
Part of me still wanted to leave and get away from the life that I had once created here to get away from the shitty one back home, but, I couldn't leave Ari, not like this at least.
fuck.
"I-I-Is he okay?" You stammered.
"He's in the hospital...he wants to see you" He replied. You could see the immense pain in his eyes, you could only imagine it feeling like a thousand little daggers skewering through his heart but a thousand times worse that what you were feeling. $crim and Ari were cousins, they grew up together and spent a lot of time together, you knew this because all they would talk about was how they would raise hell on these very streets of the 7th ward of New Orleans, usually just dumb teenager shit. You couldn't image what $crim was feeling right now and it hurt you to know that you were the main cause of it.
"When can I...see him?" You asked.
"We can go tomorrow morning..for now just get some rest Y/N. I'll see you tomorrow around 7." He said. You nodded your head to signify that you understood, allowing him excuse himself from the conversation.
But when he began to walk out the door you couldn't but want to call his name out. You were lonely & upset. You longed for someone's comfort.
"S-Scott?" You called out.
"yeah?" He replied.
You ran over towards the door and gave him a hug and began to bawl.
"I'm so sorry I caused this. I should've listened to you. None of this would've ever happened if I had listened to you." You sobbed.
He shushed you gently and held you in his arms tightly. For the rest of the night you both laid in your bed and held each other while both of you sobbed.
