Sequel to Night Terrors.... (WARNING**DESCRIPTION CONTAINS SPOILERS TO FIRST BOOK, DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO HAVE FIRST BOOK SPOILED.)
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It's been five years since Dani and Nate left for New York. After cutting off ties with everyone, incl...
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Johnny *trigger warning, please don't read this chapter if anything begins to make you uncomfortable or anything. *not edited
Two months earlier
"Mister McCain." The stern guards voice echoed through the prison corridor as he made his way towards my cell. "Today's the day. What's first on your agenda?"
"Go home, I guess." I stated, slightly unsure.
Would Trevor still accept me back into his home? I mean, I guess there's always Richie if not, but who knows what he's doing with life by now. It's been five years.
People wrote to me at first. People like Richie and occasionally Susan, but the letters slowly declined until they stopped altogether. It wasn't like I cared. Susan never cared, so why would I? She didn't do shit for me and never would.
I guess I understand though. I did unspeakable things, and for that, I deserve this. I deserve to be here forever. I did things Trevor would have laughed about.
"Kid," the guards voice interrupted my thoughts, snapping me back to reality. "its time to go home."
With that, I collected what little belongings I had inside my cell and followed the guard through the prison and into a room where I'd find my belongings.
It didn't take long for them to send me out the door and into the cruel reality of this world. The cruel reality I helped shape.
After rummaging through the black garbage sack of my belongings, I finally found my cell phone and much my luck, it was dead. Of course, why would it be charged after 5 years anyway?
I found my way to a payphone outside the prison gates, but still on the property, and dialed the number I knew by heart.
It rang a few times before the cold voice answered.
"Who's this?" I practically smell the alcohol on his breath through the phone.
"It's me, Johnny." My voice was timid and cautious, just as it always was when I spoke to him, Trevor.
"And what the hell do you want?" His words were harsh, but nothing I wasn't used to. "Ain't you s'pose to be locked up or something?"
"I got out today." I explained, my tone a little more confident. "I need a ride, if you'd give me one?"
"I didn't realize I was a taxi service." He laughed deeply before the line went dead.
He hung up on me.
I ended up calling a taxi, which cost about every penny in my wallet to get home. Without speaking a single word to the driver, I gathered my things and walked to the front door.
