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Mitch couldn't handle it, so he distracted himself.

The pressure of having to follow rules just so a mental girl won't have a nervous breakdown wasn't exactly what Mitch wanted when going over to a friend's house. But hey, they were talking in the kitchen, and Mitch was drinking as much as he wanted, the effects of the alcohol slowly washing over him. Adam smirked and he slowly brought his glass of wine close to his lips, "Come on Mitch, you can just, you know, leave her ass!"

Mitch smirked but he shook his head, "Nope! Come on, I can't leave my daughter with a bitch like her."

Adam shrugged, "Hey, I'm just saying. Not saying you shouldn't care about the kid or anything."

"Just, believe me when I'm tell you that the bitch has the ability of getting the WHOLE world against me, even you." Mitch said as he served himself more wine without a problem.

Adam shook his head and laughed as he turned on his tv, "Yeah right, I'd love to see her try. I wouldn't do so, even if she held a gun to my head."

Mitch sighed and looked at the tv in an uninterested way as Adam switched through each and every channel possible, until he stopped at the local news channel and he smirked at Mitch, "Might as well laugh at other people's pain."

Mitch grinned back and he leaned against his arm as he cleared his burning throat and stared at the screen. He then took a drink of some wine just as a different topic came up, "Just a few hours ago, a man got stabbed to death and was found not too long ago on Hills avenue."

Mitch laughed as he took another drink, "Poor bastard, if only that were me."

"The man by the name of Quentin was found with many stab wounds and fresh looking cuts near his body. . ."

Adam spit out his drink, while Mitch rapidly gulped down the wine. Adam stared at the tv screen, "Haha, that's funny, I didn't know there was another guy by the name of Quentin that lives here. . ."

Right after Adam said this, a picture of Quentin came up, making Mitch wince and turn away, "Damn. . ."

"Are you serious? Are you fu- DAMMIT." Adam said in a perplexed yet angry way as he ran his fingers through his curly hair. He paced his living room in nervousness. Mitch frowned and tried gathering his thoughts, but the alcohol from before got him to a more angry way of reacting, since he was literally squeezing his wine glass, which he didn't notice until he heard a loud crack from in between his now bleeding fingers and palm.

"Shit!" Mitch cursed loudly as he quickly let go of the shards of glass.

"Mitch are you okay?" Adam asked as he immediately looked over at his friend, but he stopped once he looked at the bloody mess Mitch's hand was.

"Of course not!" Mitch hissed, gritting his teeth just as the pain washed in.

Adam bit his bottom lip as he looked around anxiously, "Crap, um, go and clean the wounds out first and-"

He was then cut off by the doorbell rang, making him groan, "Just, go and do that Mitch, at least while I get the door." Adam then jogged around a corner while Mitch hesitantly turned the faucet on.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Adam shrieked, getting the attention of Mitch before he could even dip his hand into the clear water. Adam's shriek made him anxious as he slowly turned the faucet off with his good hand, and he turned over to the corner where Adam had gone just to open the front door.

Gulping, Mitch slowly walked over to where Adam had yelled, "A-Adam? Are you ok? Who is it?" He continued forward, and he heard faint female sobbing, which made him even more impatient as he jogged up to a petrified Adam staring outside the doorway. "Adam, what's wrong?" Mitch asked, turning to look out the door. He raised his eyebrows once he realized what he was looking at.

A horrendous looking Darla looked at both of them as she hugged herself, her white shirt soaked in crimson red blood, along with her jeans, and her skin including her face was smeared with dry blood as her blue eyes constricted when she took sight of Mitch. She trembled and she dropped the knife she had in her hand as tears filled her glossy eyes, "I-I'm sorry. . .

"I didn't mean it."

-Author's Note-

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I need to update a lot

Bc this book will have 100 parts whoa what

So yeah my butt needs to get off the lazy and start taking stimulants or some shit

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