Chapter 2
Rebecca's POV
I was getting worried about Andrew. All he ever did was lock himself in his room, he hardly ever came out, and he even stopped eating. I tried, Paul tried and even Declan had tried to get him to open up but he refused to even open the door.
Andrew's POV
It was pitch black, as I lay awake on my untidy bed. "Why'd this have to happen to mum?" I muttered. I instantly regretted saying this as I was supposed to be forgetting about all of this, not dwelling on it.
I finally got sick of just laying here in the pitch black that surrounded me and got up quietly, tip toeing my way down the stairs and out the door into the refreshing cool night's air.
I sighed gently as I walked along the edge of the pavement. In my haste to get out of the house I forgot to put on my shoes. The cool, grey pavement was cold against my feet but I continued to walk on, every step making my feet sting.
"Hey you there, got fifty bucks?" a rough-looking man asked me. He was around twenty-five with short, jet black hair and a beer gut.
"Depends on what I get in return," I said coolly. This guy looked familiar but I couldn't tell where I knew him from.
"How about I trade you. I'll give you two beers and a pack of ecstasy," he asked hopefully.
I stared at the guy for a minute before realising he was one of the blokes who I had hired to be security. "Hey I know you… you're the guy who I hired for the security at a dance party at schoolies," I said. The man smiled a toothy grin.
I contemplated if I should do it or not, I guess it would get rid of my problems, I thought to myself before I rummaged through my hoodie pocket and forked out a $50 note.
"There," I said as I handed him the money.
"Awesome," he replied before giving me my booze and drugs.
Week's passed and it became an addiction of mine. Every night I would go over to him and give him the cash and in return he would give me my sweet new way of forgetting my problems.