Please see Chapter One for disclaimer stuff.
CHAPTER TWO
Scott had been silent all morning. He wasn't looking forward to going home. Truth be told, he was terrified.
"You okay meat?" Auggie was worried about his friend. "You haven't said a word all morning."
The two were heading to group. Scott managed to get out an "mhmm." before Peter intercepted the two.
"Scott, got a minute?" He headed back into his office without waiting for a response. Scott followed and took a seat next to the window. "I spoke with your father this morning."
Scott broke his gaze out the window to address Peter. "I'll bet he's just all torn up."
Peter ignored to sarcasm. "I've arranged for you to go home in a few hours. You'll be staying at your Uncle Doug's house. Your dad agreed that it would be best if you stayed away from your house during your week at home." Scott was taking all this in. "Roger will transport you in two hours." He hesitated. "Scott, I know this is hard for you, but if you need to talk or if you need anything, I want you to call me. You can get through this, and I'll be there to help." A tear slid down Scott's face. Peter embraced him. "Come on, let's get you packed."
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Before long, Scott was on his way home. Home. What did that even mean? Horizon was his home. The only one he had right now.
Roger pulled into the long drive way and helped Scott with his bags. "I'll be back in a week to pick you up. Give us a call at least every other day and let us know how you're doing."
Scott nodded and headed to the door. He hadn't seen his uncle since he left for Horizon. He hoped things wouldn't be awkward.
As if in answer to his thoughts the door swung open and he was greeted by a tall, thin man who resembled his mother. "Scott, good to see you again. How are you?" Without waiting for an answer Doug grabbed Scott's bags and headed upstairs. "I've got the guest room all fixed up for you."
Scott stepped into the guest room, took a look around, and finally sat down on the bed.
"Are you hungry?"
Scott shook his head. "I'm tired. Would it be okay if I took a nap?"
Doug nodded and pulled the door shut as he left the room.
Scott's head was swarming. In the fear of coming home Scott hadn't had time to think about his mom. Now, alone in the safety of his uncle's room, the tears just wouldn't stop. He cried for his mom, for the loss of the only person in his family who believed him and loved him unconditionally.
He wasn't sure how long he lay there crying. It might have been minutes or maybe hours. Suddenly, he felt as if the walls were closing in on him. He needed to get out.
He headed downstairs and found his uncle asleep on the couch. Not wanting to wake him he left a note saying that he had gone for a walk and quietly got his coat.
Outside the cool night air woke him up and invigorated him. He paused, trying to think of where to go and finally started walking. Before he knew it he was standing in his old neighborhood. This is where he used to hang out and buy drugs, among other things. He wasn't sure what he was doing here. He crossed the street to the park and sat down on a bench to watch a nearby game of flag football.
"Scott? Is that you?" A familiar voice called to him from behind.
Scott turned around and came face to face with his best friend Adam.
"What are you doing here? I thought they sent you to jail or something?"
Scott smiled uneasily. "Just visiting for awhile." Adam sat down next to him. "What've you been up to?"
Adam got a huge grin on his face. "Just on my way to a party. You game?"
Scott considered the offer. He could use a break. And who knows the next time he would be out of Horizon.