(Kylie's POV)
I woke up and rubbed my forehead.
Ow. I sat up in my car.
I shouldn't have drank.
I should've just smoked.
And what even where those pills
My head is pounding.
It's been three and a half weeks since anyone I know has seen me.
No police report because I guess this was normal.
I don't have my phone.
My hair is now purple.
And i think I'm ready to go home.
I don't know though.
I've spent so much time away because .. I don't really know.
It just feels good to be alone and to not have to worry about life.
but I'm tired of sleeping in my car.
I'm out of drinks , food , weed , and energy.
I turned on my car and headed toward Santa Monica.
I went to San Fransisco , it was only supposed to be a trip but I didn't wanna leave.
(Sams pov)
"Bye Gilinsky."
We made up a week after Kylie left.
I hate when she does this.
We knew not to call the police she got mad everytime we did that.
We just let her go to clear her mind.
I miss her being here.
I miss her making me taste the food she made before she gave it out to everyone.
I miss her coming into my room at night with a blunt and a smile ready to watch tv with me.
I miss wondering where my hoodies go and her bringing me coffee in the morning.
I hope she isn't hurting herself right now, mentally or physically.
I sat down on my bed and the doorbell rang.
No one else is home to get the door.
I get up and go to the door opening it.
I saw Kylie with tear stained face and a small smile.
"Kylie.. baby I missed you ."
I hugged her.
"Why were you crying?"
"I-i didn't know if I should come up to your door."
"This is our house."
"You live here Kylie I'm tired of you acting like this , I want you here I want you around."
She smiled at me.
"Thank you Sammy."
"Of course come on baby let's get you in a bath and some fresh clothes."
Authors note / hey bitches :)
