Blessed With A Curse

Max and Ronnie (Ch. 11)

*Ronnie's P.O.V*

Max literally looks like the living dead. He's lost so much weight, probably hasn't eaten in months, and is paler that a ghost. He also has these huge bags under his eyes cause of lack of sleep, lets just say he looks like a fucking zombie.

"Ronnie?" He whispered. "Is it really you?"

He slowly reached out to poke my cheek, but I slapped his hand away.

"Yeah its me Max. It's been what? Four years?" I said.

"Yeah I guess. I mean I don't even know what the day of the week it is but-"

"Max" A voice spoke from somewhere in the room.

"It's okay babe, I'll be right there. Sorry dude I gotta go-"

"It's been four years Max, can't I come in and catch up with my brother?"

He hesitated for a few minutes then finally said, "Well alright."

He walked back into the room and I took a look behind me at the others who were climbing ontop of each other to try to get closer. I saw Charlottte standing behind them looking concerned about me, I gave her a weak smile then I stepped in the room. Max shut and locked the door behind me.

"Really? You lock the door?"

"Dude the cops are coming to get us I just know it. I hear the sirens and the dogs outside everyday. It's getting-"

"Max..." The voice called out again, a girl was laying on the bed covered in blankets.

She hasn't been able to get out to get somewhat sober in a while.

As he was talking to her and doing stuff for her, I took the time to look around the room.

Oh fuck! Deep breath Ronnie, beep breath. You can do this. I kept telling myself that because I saw the used needles laying around and tiny amounts of white powder all over the floor and desk.

I distracted myself by looking farther around the room. Moldy peices of pizza were everywhere. Broken peices of glass from the glasses everyone sent up to them were everywhere. The furnature was suprizingly still clean and nice, the TV hasn't been used in a very long time. The dust tells me that about the TV. Thick black blankets were covering every window, which was pretty hard for them to do because one of the walls in their room are two glass windows and two glass sliding doors, at least the curtians are a dark brown. The bathroom door is slightly open and from what I can see, there was dried vomit all over the floor, sink, and toliet. I looked around the room once more, this isn't good.

Then I paid more attention to Max and his girl friend, she is deffently depending on Max for everything. She needs to get out of this now. She got out of bed and saw me.

"Well are you going to introduce me to your friend or are you going to make him awkwardly stand there?" She said.

I chuckled at her comment.

"Ronnie, this is my girl friend Sammi Purdy. Sammi, this is my best friend and brother Ronnie Radke." Max said.

"Ronnie Rakde, huh? I've heard a lot about you. Oh no, don't even try." I looked at her confused as she turned down my hand to shake. Then she continued, "I hug, never shake hands." She finished laughing.

I hugged her back and said, "Well I hope most of what you heard is good."

We let go of each other, Max and Sammi each automatically put an arm around each other.

"Oh the good...and the bad. But its great to finally meet you." She looked at Max when she said the last part. He smiled back at her and she couldn't help but smile too. "Come on, lets sit."