A Few Hours Later: 2:45 PM

I awaken to the sound of ringing. After wiping the sleep out of my eyes, I sit up, reach over to the nightstand, pick my phone up, slide the slider to the right, and put the phone to my ear.

"Hello." I mumble.

"Randy baby...it's mom, and..." Before my mom can finish her sentence I interrupt her.

"What do you want mom?" I ask angrily.

"Ah...I want you to get off your lazy ass and go over to Paul's room and demand your job back. You stupid idiot. I thought I raised you better than that..." Before my mom can finish her sentence, I hang up the phone, turn the phone to silent, and put the phone back on the nightstand.

"I can't believe you just hung up on your mother." John says.

"She's an annoying bitch, and I didn't want to hear her nag, so I hung up on her." I say.

"Did you just call your mother a bitch?" John asks me.

"Yeah...why?" I ask John.

"You're a real piece of work aren't you Randy. First you hit Stephen for no good reason, and then..." Before John can finish his sentence, I interrupt him.

"In case you forgot John, the ass hole broke my neck, therefore, I had every right to hit him." I say angrily.

"You know what Randy? I'm done. I can't handle the stress right now. It's not healthy for me or the babies, so I am going to pack my shit, grab Amanda, and go rent another room. Oh, and...don't worry about paying for your room...you're paid up for another week. While you were sleeping, I went down to the front desk and told them that we would be staying for a few more nights, so yeah...you're good for another week. If you decide you want to quit being a selfish ass hole, come find me...fucker." John mumbles the last part; but I still heard it.

A Few Minutes Later: 2:53 PM

John just finished packing all of of his shit.

"I'm sorry." I mumble.

"What did you just say?" John asks me angrily.

"I'm sorry." I say. John rolls his eyes and starts laughing.

"You're not sorry. If you were sorry, you'd be trying to stop me from leaving." John says. He has a point. He always has a point. (A.N. Did that make sense?)

"I love you." I say.

"I know." John says.

"I...I need some time." I say.

"I know, and I'm willing to give you as much time as you need. Ok?" John asks me.

"Ok." I mumble.

"I love you Randy, and it hurts my heart to see you like this; but this...this funk that you're in, is your own creation. You're the only one that can get out of it. I love you Randy, and I will love you until the day I die. I wish there was something I could do to help you. I hate seeing you like this; but...I...I don't know. I gotta go. If you decide to quit being a selfish ass hole, come find me...ok?" John asks me.

"Ok." I mumble. After John grabs his bags and Amanda, he exits the room and I lie back down and close my eyes. Tears that I have been holding in for the last few minutes, start falling, and I let out a groan.

"Stupid. So...so...so stupid. Stupid." I mumble. So many thoughts start running through my head. Thoughts of John. Thoughts of Amanda. Thoughts of hurting myself.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I yell as loud as I can.

A Few Minutes Later: 3:05 PM

I get out of bed and make my way over to the table. I pull out a chair and sit down. I grab the pen and the notepad, and after wiping the tears out of my eyes, I start writing.

A Few Minutes Later: 3:15 PM Jeff's P.O.V.

John called me a few minutes ago and told me everything, and I mean everything. He told me about the fight with Randy, and he also told me about the conversation they had after the fight. After he told me about what happened, he asked me if I could come over to his room and grab his old room key from him, and I said yes, so after grabbing the room key from him, I exited his room and now, I am standing in front of Randy's room. I slide the key into the slot, and once the light turns green, I open the door and step into the room.

"Randy buddy, it's me Jeff. Are you decent!" I yell. No answer.

"Randy!" I yell again. No answer. I walk further into the room and I roll my eyes at the sight of a passed out Randy.

"Randy buddy. It's time to wake up." I say as I start walking towards the bed. A few seconds later...

"Randy. It's time to wake up man. I need to talk to you." I say as I start to shake Randy. A few seconds later...

"Randy!" I yell.

"Randy!" I yell again. I place two of my fingers on the pulse point in his neck and my stomach drops. He doesn't have a pulse. I lean down and place my ear over his mouth and I don't hear any breath sounds.

"Oh god no. I...fuck." I say as I start CPR.

A.N. Good bye Randy. You will be missed. Did I kill Randy? Or is he going to be ok? You'll have to read the next chapter to find out.