Strike 2

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*Red's Pov*

I told Nicky once.

I shouldn't have to say it twice.

Russians. Do. Not. Play. Baseball.

For me, one strike and you're out.

Nicky gets out of the hospital today.

I don't understand. Why does she turn to drugs?

I headed to the kitchen to try to get my mind off of things.

I look away from the food and look up.

I see Nicky. I set down what I was doing and told Norma to take over.

"Hey R-" I cut her off.

"You listen to me you little shit. I warned you. I told you. I was there when you first came here. And this is what you do?! How dare you!" I said.

She looked at me.

"Look. I'm a fuck up, alright?  I know how you feel. But, even though I love you and you're basically my mother, I don't need you to tell me what to do, I'm an adult." Nicky said.

That was the first time she's put me in my place. I like it.

"Well then. I'll see you later." I said as I walked away.

There was something about Nicky I liked so much.

I couldn't believe it, but I was giving a second strike.

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