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XXXI.The Moment I Quit Cold Turkey

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We are nearing the end of the story and I'm sad about it. I don't want it to end even though I know it'll continue on in A Thousand Miles From Nowhere (Haha)

It's been quite a journey so far but at the end of the day, I'm happy I decided to write this so that everyone could finally understand what was going through Nate's mind during the most conflicting, most romantic, and most trying times of his young adult life.

Our boy Nate has been through a shit storm and a half but it all had to happen. He wouldn't have turned into the man he becomes in A Thousand Miles From Nowhere had he not.

So, forewarning, this next chapter is emotional like the last many chapters have been. But, a certain character we haven't seen in awhile shows their face that would be the last person Nate would've ever expected to see. Can you guess who it is?

Enjoy this chapter and thank you for all of the love and support so far <3

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XXXI.The Moment I Quit Cold Turkey

I wasn't lying when I said I was going to torch Christine's shit.

I absolutely meant it and it took me forever but I finally managed to get the mattress, her dresser, anything she left behind, pictures of her—which mind you isn't very much because she was rarely ever-present in JD's life—and anything else I could find that made me think of that cold-hearted bitch.

For a brief moment when I kicked her out of the house a few nights ago, I felt guilty.

But now, now that I know the truth behind everything—she's fucking Satan himself in the disguise of a cruel woman that doesn't deserve an ounce of sympathy.

I walk out to the back of our property behind the old barn where I've safely stacked her shit in the middle of the dirt field so I don't accidentally catch the whole four acres on fire.

Mom took JD for the weekend to the zoo to keep his little mind off of everything that's going on right now.

The death of Ford, the shit his mother has been putting him through, the mental breakdown that his father is currently having. All of it.

I'm thankful for her and Heather in my life because if I didn't have them right now, I'd fucking be done. Done with all of it and not just the bullshit.

I've officially hit my lowest and I have no fucking clue what to do. The one person in my life I always had to talk to about this shit is now gone.

I bring the can of beer up to my lips and take a long pull as I sit down the thirty box on top of the old wooden Adirondack chair that we would sit around the bonfire in on summer nights.

I grab the lighter fluid I found in the garage and start to pour it over the mattress I just bought when we moved into this house. Jesus, I didn't even get a chance to fuck on it before that bitch brought another man onto it.

I continue to pour over her stupid ass dresser with her ridiculously showy clothes that I'm sure she wore out to bars to pick up on guys. The same clothes she wore the night I met her and fucked my life up completely.

No, you didn't. That wasn't your fault.

The reminder of what really happened to me that night pisses me off more and I move over to the barrel that has the rest of her shit tossed into it and completely empty the bottle, throwing it in once all the liquid is gone for good measure.