Kissing in Cars

Chapter 9~ Chris

"I shouldn't be doing this," I mumbled to myself as I proceeded to go along with my plan. But deep down I knew I needed to. Matt was in trouble, and if he got hurt, I would never be able to forgive myself.

Sure, I was pissed at him for not meeting me like I asked. It left me heartbroken. I think I actually really like him and I thought he liked me too. But of course he didn't. How could he. I was the heartless jerk that everyone either hates or fears or both. But I never wanted it to be like that with him. He was special.

Now I was suppose to hate his guts but instead I was getting ready to leave the house on a mission to find him. He was with Bones, and that means he's in danger.

I had no idea what game Bones was playing at, or why for that matter. But somehow he got his hands on someone who, despite what they did, I still care about a lot. Sure he ripped my heart out, but I still couldn't help the way my heart jumped at the site of him and JP at a bar when Bones sent me the picture. He was trying to get under my skin and he succeeded.

Now I was grabbing the keys to the family car. I really shouldn't have been driving but this was an emergency. I needed to get to town and fast. When Bones sent the picture I immediately recognized where he was. They were at The Rams Cave. I've been there enough times in my day to recognize it. Plus, one of my favorite bartenders, Tania, was standing with them. Me and her went way back. Last year when I was going through a tough time she helped me through it and I would forever owe her my life.

Now I was hoping she could protect Matt too. I was almost out of the door when I stopped and grabbed the money that Eve had given me earlier, thinking I might need it. Honestly it sickened me to make out with that girl; I had to refrain from puking. But how could I say no when she offered me a huge wad of cash? Even if it was for immature reasons, something about making her ex jealous, money was money.

I walked right out the front door with no questions asked from my parents. Saying I worried about them would be an understatement. Our whole family went through devastation and tragedy in the past year but I managed to pull myself together...... More or less. They, however, never fully recovered. My father struggled to make ends meet with a low paying accountant job after quitting his previous job and my mom was currently unemployed. I think my sister's death hit her the hardest. I mean, I was the one who found her, but my mom was closest to her. Ever since the funeral she hasn't been the same. She didn't have the same bounce in her step and smile in her eyes. It took her months to actually come out of her room and before that we had to force her to eat every day. It broke my heart, especially since I think a small part of her blamed herself.

A bigger part of her however blamed me. Me and my sister were never close, actually we often said we hated each other but we never meant it and that was always understood. But my mom seemed to think that it was the fact that I never really took care of my older sister that what happened happened.

My home life was rough and complicated to say the least but right now I had to get to Matt. I hopped into the small rundown car and began to drive, the slight feeling that this could very well be a trap looming over me. I just didn't understand why Bones was doing this. Sure I knew he was pissed that I left the gang and I expected him to give me a hard time but it had been about a month and nothing had happened. He went on a bit of a hiatus the whole time until I called him for the pills. Now he had his hands on Matt and I had no idea how or why. Somehow he knew that Matt meant something to me but how could he? Unless he was stalking me intensely there was no way he could really know. I had been careful to make sure no one found out for precisely this reason. I didn't want to drag him into my shit and yet somehow it happened anyway. I just couldn't win.

I was vaguely aware that I was suppose to be shunning him as I slowed to park near the club but I knew that my anger had gone out the window. I just hoped he hadn't gotten himself into any trouble. As far as I knew, Matt wasn't the "party" type so there was no telling how he was acting right now, especially if he was drinking a #7 like in the picture. Even if he only had one he'd still be drunk enough to get into trouble. The Rams Cave was known for having the most intense fights as well as the best drinks. And if scrawny little Matt caught himself getting on someone's bad side...... well it just wouldn't be good.