Kole screamed, “Jacob, run!”

I threw the drum sticks and jumped up. Only reason the drums stayed it one piece, they were mine. And cost a small fortune.

As I stormed past, Kole grabbed me and threw me into the wall. “Calm down first!”

“Like hell!” I pushed him out of the way and rushed the side door of the garage, hoping to cut him off. Kat stood there, arms folded over her chest. “Where’d he go?” I asked, ready for a fight.

“Christian, don’t do this. It’s not what you think.”

With fist clenched, I raised it, and instead of punching her in the face, which I really wanted to, I slammed it into the wall. Cussing, I shook out my hand.

I heard a sob and turned around. “No! You don’t get to cry!”

Kat’s body shook as she wiped her eyes.

“You stupid whore! Tell me where he went!”

Kole rushed out of the garage, propelling me into the wall. “Hey, don’t call my sister a whore! Maybe you should calm down.”

“Did you screw him?” I asked Kat over Kole’s shoulder.

She shook her head. “I swear.”

I pushed my best friend off me and turned to Kat. “You’re a bitch. You know that? Stay the hell away from me.”

“Please, Chris,” she said, reaching for my hand.

“Go to hell! You had your hand down his pants!” I walked down the alley toward home.

“But you’re moving!” she yelled, like that was a defense for screwing my friend.

I flipped her off and kept walking. “Bitch,” I mumbled over and over.

When I walked through my apartment door, Mom stood up from the couch and smiled.
“Hey, baby.”

“Don’t,” I growled. “You don’t get to talk to me either.”

Great, my day just kept getting better.

“Look, baby, I know this isn’t what you wanted, but you’ll see, it’ll work out for the best.”

I stared at her, holding my aching hand against my chest. “For who, Mom? You and Chuck? Or for us? Just who the hell is everything working out for?”

“Don’t, Son,” Dad said from the kitchen. “This is hard on all of us.”

“Everyone but her. Things are great for her,” I said, wheeling around and leaving again.

Without a plan, and no place to go, seeing as how my second home belonged to my ex-whore-of-a-girlfriend, I had to settle for South Lagoon. I dug my earbuds out of my pocket and turned up Linkin Park until it screamed all thoughts of betrayal out of my head.

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