Inning of Love (Complete and being edited)

INNING SEVEN.

DEAN.

The overwhelming heaviness I feel on my chest this morning is almost unbearable. I try to take a deep breath as I sit up from the couch, resting my elbows on my knees and bury my head in my hands.

It was Scarlett's parents your father killed in the accident.

That had to just be a bad dream, right? I run my hands through my hair and stand up from the couch. I don't even remember going to sleep out here. I make my way down the hall to the bathroom to take a piss when I see my bedroom door open. I step in and see that my entire bedroom has been thrashed. Posters are ripped up, my desk and chair are knocked over, and there is a good size hole in the drywall. The only thing untouched is the picture of Scarlett and I that rests on my nightstand.

I pick up the picture and run my finger over Scarlett's beautifully captured face. Last night wasn't a dream after all. This nightmare that is becoming my life is in fact real and now the girl that I am completely and undeniably in love with is a victim of this nightmare.

I pull out my phone and pull up Dex's number and press call. After two rings he picks up.

"Hey man, what's up?" His voice is raspy and I can tell he must have just woken up. What time is it anyway? I pull the phone from my face and look at the time. 6:00 A.M.

"Shit, sorry bro, I didn't even realize what time it was."

"It's cool. Everything good or what?"

"Actually, Dex, it's far from it. Can you come over later? I...I really need your help."

"Give me ten minutes. I will be right over."

I nod as if he can see me and hang up the phone. I don't bother to change, I would rather wallow in my boxers and stay in my bed. I shove off the shit on my bed and bring my knees up, wrapping my arms around my legs. I must have blacked out from the rage that fueled me last night, because I didn't even notice the dried blood on my knuckles. I look at the hole in my wall once more and replay it in my head. I was screaming and I only seen red when I stormed off from my mother to my bedroom when I started what I would call Hurricane Dean.

I rest my head back to the wall and stare at the ceiling when I hear light footsteps approaching. Too light to be Dex.

"Honey? Are...are you okay?" My mother asks. I look at her as she sits down on the bed. Her face is drained and she sighs as she looks at my bedroom.

"No, mom. I really am not okay right now." I say through gritted teeth.

I watch as a single tear rolls down her pale cheek and she wipes it away. She opens her mouth and is about to say something when the doorbell rings.

Saved by the bell, literally. I know this is in no way her fault, but I can't talk with her about this right now.

"That's Dex." I announce and look away from my clearly distraught mother. She nods and exits my bedroom; I assume to answer the door.

I assumed correctly, as not even a minute later, in walks Dex.

"Hey man, so what's going on? Your mom okay?" Dex asks as he walks in my room. "Holy shit, what the fuck happened in here?" He looks at his surroundings, and his eyes grow wide. My room is usually clean.

I nod towards the door, indicating to shut it. Dex shuts the door and picks up the chair from the ground, stands it upright and sits backwards on it, resting his forearms on the back of my chair.

"Since the story is rather long and fucked up, I will just give you the shorter version. Believe me it is just as fucked." I exhale, running my fingers over my face.