chapter 23

Prudy's POV,

I scream my head out and wrap up my process of spilling the liquor they had strewn all over the table, apparently ment to be my surprise. Hypocrites! They sign me up for rehab and throw a party full of liquor, and what is this? I ask myself picking up a pot cylinder that lay on Abbie's bed. I forge a smile and sit to light it.

The door opens and Kiara comes in and sits beside me. I honestly don't care about what she wants. They can all give me a break today. I blow out smoke and place it aside on the bedside table and lay face up on Abbie's bed.

"I'm sorry." I hear Kiara mutter just before I drift further into how much I hate the two. Okay maybe hate is a little too much, I'm mad, yea, that's better.  Being mad. I ignore her nevertheless, I don't have the energy to listen to some sympathetic sorry to try and get me in line.

"Prudy." She calls out lowly when she realized I was not going to answer to her sorry. Isn't it obvious that I'm not interested in what she has to say?

"There was a shooting at 'Roebling avenue' on Monday. They say it was a drug deal gone wrong." I get up pissed. I was trying to have some alone time.

"Okay, Kiara I am trying to be alone here. You can obviously see that. Now, what does a drug deal gone wrong at 'Roebling avenue' have to do with me? Everything involving drugs is my business now?"

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, you were in the hospital and I didn't want to burden you. I asked Abbie not to mention it and after the riffle you two had today, I can see no one else has."

I stand in an attempt to leave. Maybe I just need to let out steam. I didn't see Kayc at the small mockery of a party. Maybe he is not like them. Maybe he didn't agree with them signing me up for rehab I dial his number and place it on my ear. It sends me direct to voice mail and I try again. The same thing four times.

I stare at Kiara absentmindedly trying to figure out if Kayc hated me already for our small fight the other day. I can get to his house and ask right? I walk out and leave Kiara in the house.

The school was lonely today. Ofcorse I felt like everyone knew I ODd and was staring at me, like I'm some lost teenager. What is wrong with them anyway? They also have things they are not very proud of. Why do they have to judge my demons?

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I knock severally at the door and even bend trying to dig out a key under the door mat. I walk around to the side window and call out his name, banging furiously at the window. 'Roebling avenue' was not the favorite place for soft hearted people. It was full of drug dealers, the violent kind. It was a dangerous place. Kayc is not violent, that made me like him. He is handy and sells drugs, but he is also funny, weird, loves music and  not judgy. Everything was okay with us when all we did was fuck until he came up with this 'feelings' theory.

Where the hell is he? I walk to the front door and in frustration send the vase by the doorstep flying to the ground.

"Has anyone in this whole damn place seen Kayc??" I shout and get some obvious lame replies like. Go fuck yourself, shut up, go be a slut away from here etc.

I smile foolishly at the provocation and walk away. I was sure I looked like shit, from the hospital, not had a shower, walking all the way to 'Roebling avenue' and back, I still need to find Kayc. I stop a cub to the shopping center. I was too exhausted to walk and with the sun all over my body, there was no way I was surviving this. The cub didn't take long to halt and I make my way to the ice cream shop.

"Chocolate and mint." I say uninterested with the student waiter. These people accept unpaid internships because they are promised full time jobs way off campus yet, only a few are chosen. They must be one hell desperate.

"Your friend?" I look up at the waiter who brought the scoops to my table.

"Abigail, right? Ask her to come to the shop tomorrow. I'm sorry I lost her number." I shake my head at the guy and focus on my ice cream. He gets his cue and leaves. I love such people.

I scroll my phone for Sally, Henry, anyone that knows Kayc. Turns out Henry's letter is way before Sally's in the alphabet. I dial Henry and when he picks I don't even wait for him to breathe.

"Where the hell is Kayc? Is he with you? Why is he not picking up!" He is silent. "Hello? Henry? Damn it Henry talk to me!"

"They didn't tell you?" He finally speaks. I'm not sure if it's disappointment or guilt that I hear in his voice.

"Tell me what? Who didn't tell me what?" I'm growing impatient by the second.

"We're having a band meeting at 3:00 pm today, can you make it? Maybe he'll be there." Anger almost spills off my head but I hold it back one more second to answer him back.

"Henry what game is this... Is he planning to propose to me in some band meeting? Is that why he is not pic..." He hangs up. I lower my phone to confirm he really hang up on me and my anger can't be contained any more. "Arrrgh! You son of a bitch!!" Everyone stares at me and I take a huge helping of ice cream in my mouth. It burns so I decide against eating ice cream. I walk to the counter hand him a $5 note and walk out.

"He better not show up for that meeting!" I shout out loud and someone laughs at my frustration.

"Be careful what you wish for." A faceless dude smiles at me as I walk out . Okay he is obviously not faceless, he has, not a very handsome face, his cheekbones were more defined, his eyes, are black as well as his hair that has an extra exaggerated shine. I give him a ' you don't want to start it with me ' look and walk out fast.