The next morning was Saturday. After Phil had calmed down a bit Friday night, they talked about Tommy. They came to a conclusion that they would confront him about his drug problem. They had to get him to realize that he had a problem, first of all.

Phil and Chuckie woke up. They had breakfast, each took a shower, and they got dressed.

"It's now or never." Phil told Chuckie as they sat on his bed.

Chuckie nodded. "I'll call him."

Chuckie dialed the number.

"Hello. Dil? Hi, this is Chuckie. Is Tommy there?"

There was a long pause.

"Hi, Tommy. Phil is over and we were wondering if you could stop by? Uh huh. Yup. Okay. Alright. Bye."

"So..." Phil said.

"So, he's on his way."

Phil took a breath. "This is gonna be hard, Chuck. You up for it?"

Chuckie nodded again. "If it'll help him, I'm ready."

The two friends sat on the bed, preparing for a confrontation that could change their lives.

Fifteen minutes later, Kira called to Chuckie.

"CHUCKIE! TOMMY'S HERE!"

"SEND HIM UPSTAIRS!" Chuckie shouted back.

A moment later, the sound of footsteps could be heard outside the door.

"Knock, Knock." Tommy said as he tapped on the door.

"Come in." Chuckie said.

"So, what's up?" Tommy asked as he sat down at Chuckie's desk.

"Um....Phil and I have to talk to you about something."

Noticing the seriousness in Chuckie's voice and the solemn look on Phil's face, Tommy began to get concerned.

"What's wrong?" He asked in a shaky voice. "Is everything okay?"

"Actually, Tommy, it's not." This time it was Phil who spoke. "Look, we didn't call you over here to reprimand you or anything, we called you over here because we're your friends and we don't want to see you get hurt."

Tommy was confused as ever.

"Yeah, and drugs are a very dangerous thing, Tommy. We don't want you to get yourself-"

Chuckie was cut off by Tommy's laughter.

Chuckie and Phil looked at each other.

Tommy managed to speak after he finished laughing.

"You guys seriously think I'm on drugs?"

The boys nodded. "C'mon, Tommy. It's obvious. Why did you stay after school on Thursday? Where did you get the black eye and swollen lip? Why do you always look so tired all of a sudden?" Phil asked.

"That doesn't mean anything!" Tommy protested. "It doesn't mean I'm on drugs, anyway."

"What about what you told me at lunch time the other day?" Chuckie asked. "You said you had to beat the crap out of Brett. He must have been selling you the drugs, right?" Chuckie was starting to get worked up.

"No, you guys have it all wrong! I wasn't meeting him for drugs! I had to meet him for another matter. I swear on my life!"

Tommy could tell they weren't buying it.

"Denial, denial." Phil chanted.

"You know what Phil? There's something you should know anyway. It's about your sister and it should explain to you about the black eye and why I stayed after the other day." Tommy finally brought himself to tell Phil the truth. He knew it wasn't something he wanted to hear, but he needed to.

"Phil..."