Drew Grier: A Broken Girl

Chapter 37

(Thank you so much for 5k. I'm screaming, ily guys so much. So, starting next week I am going to try and come up with an updating schedule. I start school, and yes I will have time to write, but not as much as I am used to. Once I figure it out, I'll let you guys. But do expect regular updates until then.)

~Drew's POV~

Do things really happen for a reason? I honestly, can never answer that question because every day, good and horrible things happen, to not only me, but every single person in the world. I think it's the aspect of life we have to endure, pain, that is. I think when I was able to get as far away from the things that gave me pain as I could, I was starting to feel okay again.

Those horrid moments from my past, were just that, in the past. I don't want to relive them, and I shouldn't have to. Everything from, George, to Nash, to that day with Bart, the fights with Jack, all of those things. But say a few of those events didn't take place, would everything be as it is right now? I can't answer that question either.

My mind flashes to those days, the ones I want or need to forget about, and it's like I'm back. Somebody once said; the first and final thing you have to do in this world is to last it and not be smashed by it. Ernest Hemingway said that, and I think to myself often, have I already been completely smashed by the world? And will I last, in the long run?

“Earth to Drew,” a voice woke me from my trance, I snapped back to reality, seeing Will in front of me, he's been staying the weekend, Preston and him, don't have workouts or anything. They have been taking refuge in my house in L.A.

“Sorry,” I spoke, “what were we talking about?”

“You, that's what. Drew, are you okay? And answer that honestly, you've been through a hell of a lot in the past few months, not to mention the past year. I'm worried about you.” He sighed, pulling me into a hug.

I breathed, “I'm not one hundred percent, and I probably won't be for another week. At least not until the album get's done, so I can relax, and take everything in.”

“You mean until Jack get's here?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

I nod, “I need him Will.”

“Sadly, I know you do.”

I released from his grasp, as he sat down in the couch, next to Preston who just gotten off the phone with Mahogany, Preston seemed upset about something, and I don't exactly know what. I peered at him, “Pres, what's up?”

“Mahogany, is upset. Something that Dallas kid said to her. Fuck, I am going to kill him.”

“What did he say?”

“I honestly don't know, she wouldn't tell me.” He frowned. “She was crying, and then she hung up.”

I gave him a small nod, taking my phone in my hand. I dialed Mahogany's phone number, putting it to my ear. I got up from the couch, walking to the counter, leaning my elbows against it. “Red, you okay?”

I heard a scream, as though she was punching. “No I'm not! And it's because of you!” She yelled.

“What?” I questioned, more surprised than ever.

I don't remember doing anything?

“You! It's always been fucking you!”

“Mahogany, calm down. I don't get it, what did I do?”

“Were you going to tell me? About all your late night calls with Cam? All your fucking messages? It was you from the fucking beginning. He never wanted me! He only slept with me that day because he was lonely, he kept seeing you with Jack!” She screamed, and I knew, she had tears running down her cheeks.