Falling Apart (GANG Series)

Chapter 7

Jacob's POV

      I lazily close my car door as soon as I step out. I barely even remember where this dudes apartment is. I know it's somewhere along the first row. I know exactly which door it is as soon I spot a couple guys smoking outside of it. My boots slam against the concrete as I make my way over. My emotional exhaustion is taking a toll on me physically. I'm surprised I got up today. To be frank, I was out of whiskey and I know Calum always has shit.

I walk in and expect to see pizza boxes and random crap everywhere. I can barely smell the weed. Why the fuck is it so clean? I mean haven't been here in a year. Calum comes out from wherever he was.

"No fucking way. I know this ain't a hallucination since I'm not high." He walks up to me, giving me his hand for a handshake.

"Jesus, you could've made an effort to look better." He eyes me from head to toe.

"Looking somewhat presentable is the least of my problems." I'm well aware of the bags under my eyes. My fucked up hair. And the paleness of my skin.

I feel sick, that's probably cause I eat once a day and work out like a maniac. It hurts and I want it to hurt. I deserve it.

"Where the fuck have you been, Delgado? It's been forever." He goes to his fridge and offers me a beer but I decline it.

"I've been busy." I simply say.

"Busy? Interesting. I've heard a lot more."

My eyes snap from the floor to him.

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing. Just that you have a girlfriend. I knew it couldn't be true." He lightly laughs.

"It's not true. Who told you that?"

"My sister. Who else? I told her to stop fucking with gangsters. She talks too much."

Reagan. Of course. This is how I met Reagan, through her stoner brother.

"She shares information?" I become suspicious. Reagan wouldn't have any access to that. She's kept around because she'll open her legs for anyone.

"No, no. She just complained about your so called girlfriend. And that shit is super fucked between your gang and the Crips. I was smart enough to get out of that crap. She wants to keep playing with gangsters, that's on her." Damn, he's changed.

"So, I'm assuming you wouldn't want me in your house then."

"You're cool, man. Don't worry about it. So, what'd you come for?"

"Huh?"

He takes a gulp of his beer. "Well I know you're not here for deep, friendly conversation. You wanna smoke?"

"Thought you said you were done with gangs."

"I am. It's medical marijuana, but I put my own touch to it." He gets the weed out of a cupboard.

"Well, this is what I came for." I confirm. I need to be with people who don't give a fuck about my wellbeing. People who will let me cope the way I know how to cope.

Not anymore. Those words have been stuck in my head for past ten days. She's done with me. She really is. I'm happy Aaron called last night telling me she's not staying at that sketchy hotel anymore. Not too happy he didn't tell me where she was going. I can guess a couple places though. But it'll make things worse. She's doesn't believe that I love her. And it fucking breaks my heart. Right now I'm going to get so high, I'll forget what a heartbeat is at all. And that she's the only reason I can feel it beat.