troubled book 2: keep holding on

chapter six: father, father, tell me where have you been?

A/N first up.....please dont throw your phones at me for not updating for over 3 months, ive been busy moving house and stuff.but i am back

kane is back, back again, kane is back, TELL A FRIEND MOTHAFUCKA.

sorry, again for not updating, ive had major writers block.

so yeah in this chapter, shit hits the fan.

read on have fun

stay insane

nicks p.o.v.

you ever had a moment in your life, where your whole world just collapses and you dont know how to react.have you ever experienced the impossiblility of your whole world going to shit with only 1 mistake?

well its happened to me, and it happened again.

it was just another day......

le time skip (don't worry,  i know french)

the bellE chick had saved mickayla yesterday, and micki couldn't thank her enough.i was half tempted to get her to shut up, but she just kept on rambling.

"thanks again bellE.i dont know what wouldve happened if you hadn't helped me out"micki thanked bellE again.

"dont worry about it, it was my pleasure knocking out that drunk bastard."

wait, i thought it was three of them?

"wasnt there 3?"i asked bellE. she shook her head.

"just one, an old guy, balding, about 40? ive seen him around, his name is larry i think but....." she kept talking, but i just gasped.

larry....larry....that name whirled around my head like water in a cup.

only water doesnt make terrible memories resurface and your wrists itch.

father, father, tell me where have you been?

"no no no no no"i shivered, backing up into the wall and wrapping my arms around my legs, rocking back and forth.

"HE CANT BE HERE! HES IN FUCKING PRISON! HES ROTTING IN PRISON HE IS NOT FREE! ZOEYA PLEASE TELL ME HE ISNT FREE.PLEASE TELL ME HE ISNT FREE" i scream, scratching my wrists and buring my head in my knees.

zoeya p.o.v

after nick screamed about his father, he ran upstairs so we (micki bellE kane zack) all followed him.i found him rummaging through the bathroom drawers.

"WHERE ARE MY FUCKING RAZORS ZOEYA?! WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY!" he shouted at me, pushing past me and breaking open a razor pack on the bed.he picked one up and before i could stop him he slid it across his wrist.he smiled lightly and collapsed onto the floor.

"guys.....guys!!"i scream,"call a fucking ambulance".

please dont die nick.please dont die.....