Chapter 26 - Wonderin' Why
"Wonderin' why - she cought me by the eye. Moving and persuing while she with another man. I'll never let it go. I hope nobody knows - and I'll keep my mind closed."

January 21st, 2012 ~ 12:30 p.m.~
Riley Jean-Ashmore Point-of-view.
Okay, That E-mail hurt. Like, alot. I didn't really expect a reaction like that. I really expected him to ignore it -and not ever speak to me again. Tears welled up - even though they shouldn't have. Shouldn't I be happy? no. Because I wanted him to run back to me crying, and wanting me back. If I wanted that - why did I send him a E-mail like that?

Because I'm fucking retarded. That's exactly why. The bastard has his mind set on this. Does he really? He doesn't even know whats fucking going on! He knows ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! Dylan appeared in the doorway then, wearing jeans, shirtless, his boxers poking out. He held a beer in his hand, I glared at him. He looked behind him, as if he didn't know what the fuck I was glaring at. "What's wrong with you?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Are you fucking retarded?" I screamed at him, okay. I didn't mean to yell at him - it sort of just exploded out of me like a fucking atom bomb or some shit.

Dylan put his hands up in response. "Dude," He said, "Chill." And he backed up out of the room. I screamed in aggravation. I slammed my door angrily. Staring at the wall. Everybody in this stupid fucking house thought that Zak was just a horrible person. But he wasn't - fuck no he wasn't. They weren't there every time I was sad, or depressed. All those moments we had, that night in the dungeon..

DON'T THINK ABOUT IT.

There was a quiet knock on the door. "WHAT?" I screamed.

"Can I come in?" A Soft voice asked.

"I don't care." I replied. The door squeaked open, and J-dog walked in. Wearing basketball shorts, his boxers poking out the top, and a Lakers hat. His gauges had totally switched colours, now they were Yellow to match his hat. He was holding a purple plastic cup, and sucking a slurpee through a lime green straw. He closed the door and sat by me.

"You okay?" He asked offering me the cup. I took it and took a drink, and gave it back. He waved it away like it was nothing - even though it was almost full. He didn't take it, "Keep it." He said.

"No." I replied looking at the ground mad. "This is all screwy."

"Screwy?" Jordan (J-dog) laughed at my word. "Why it is 'screwy'?"

"Zak hates me." I replied.

"I'd hate you too if you send me that E-mail." Jordan replied.

"How'd you know about the E-mail?" I yelled at him jumping up.

"You left it open on my laptop." Jordan replied quietly - looking at the floor.

I sat down, the bed jumping when I landed. "I guess it was really stupid." I muttered.

"Why don't you fix it?" Jordan asked.

"There's no way to fix it."

January 22st, 2012 ~ 9:30 a.m.~

When I went to pick up the paper from the poarch this morning, the headline news hit me like a falling piano.

"Paranormal Investigator Zak Bagans Hit By Simi-Truck On Way To Investigation"

Well, this is short. I've been totally lagging on these updates. WHOOPS. I'm sooooo sorry. Summer Job. :(

I'm getting a laptop, and my kindle won't let me update. So.. I'll try to get them in! sorry reviewers!

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