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Isaac's POV

Hailey and I lay in bed for a while, her head pressed against my chest, talking, catching up, trying to patch things back up. She eventually falls asleep in my arms and I try and take a nap with her, but I can't fall asleep for the life of me. I lay around in bed for about half an hour, messing with my phone, letting her rest, when i slowly creep my way out of bed trying my hardest not to wake her.

She stirs around for a bit and I pray to god that she stays asleep, I want her to rest, I want her to catch up on her sleep.

I then make my way into my bathroom, quietly closing the door and rinse off really quick, putting on the same pair of basketball shorts from earlier, remaining shirtless this time. I ruffle a towel through my wet hair so that there are no water droplets dripping onto my shoulders, and make my way back out into my bedroom.

Im glad to see that Hailey's still peacefully sleeping on my bed by the time I'm done. I kind of want to go down stairs and work out for a bit, but I really don't want to leave Hailey all alone, I want to be here when she wakes up. I want to spend as much time as I can with her before she decides to go home.

I grab my cell phone from my night stand along with my Xbox controller and plop myself onto one of the two black bean bags in front of my bed.

I reply to some of my notifications while my game starts up, making sure to lower the volume on my tv so it doesn't wake Hailey, but it's low enough to hear still. Angela and my mother texted me a couple times, so I only reply to them, ignoring everyone else.

I play my game for about fifteen minutes before my loud ass is waking Hailey up.

"Get the fuck off of me!" I shout, while shooting my guns. I had put in Left for Dead 2, and that stupid crying witch was currently on top of me, killing me. My teammates no longer had any life packs left, I no longer had any life packs left, I was officially a deadman.

"Seriously?" I grumble, as my character officially dies, and I hear a soft, feminine snicker behind me.

I quickly turn to look behind me to find Hailey sitting up on my bed, smiling, her hair a tussled mess, still in the shirt that I had put on her.

"I woke you up, didn't I?"

She smiles, softly nodding her head, "little bit," she pinches two fingers together.

I chuckle softly, "I'm sorry."

She continues to smile, shaking her head this time, starting to crawl in my direction. "What are you playing?"

"Some stupid ass game," I tell her.

She climbs off of the bed, and for a second I think she's going to sit in the bean bag next to me, but she's actually climbing on top of me, sitting on my lap, straddling me.

She places her hands on my neck and I quickly release my controller wrapping my arms around her, as she leans in to kiss me.

I immediately start to get a hard on knowing damn well that she's not wearing anything underneath my shirt, she's completely naked.

I chuckle softly as I feel her grinning against me and pull apart from her, "what's gotten into you, Ms. Summers? Why are you in such a good mood?"

She continues to grin, shrugging her shoulders, "I'm always in a good mood when you're around."

"Is that so?" I smirk, and she eagerly nods.

I instantly notice the small blotch that's threatening to come out of my shirt. I pull it down exposing her neck, and immediately grin, "you're dad's going to kill me," I tell her.

The right side of Hailey's neck is tore up, just like I figured it would be. She has about five hickies that start at the top of her shoulder and lead down to her collar bone and chest. Two of them are fairly faint, the lower ones, but the other three not so much, especially the one on her shoulder and side of her neck.

I sigh deeply and she giggles, cupping my face with her hands. "Stop," she places a quick kiss on my lips, "I'll cover them with make up."

I smile leaning in to kiss her and she eagerly kisses me back, "I love you so much, please don't ever leave me again."

Hailey pulls back a bit, gazing deep into my eyes for a couple seconds, when she slowly starts to shake her head, "I won't," and I'm leaning back in to kiss her.

Things start to heat up pretty quickly and I'm soon pinning Hailey to my floor, as I hover over her, her legs wrapped around me. I'm barely starting to lift my shirt over Hailey's head when there's a sturdy knock on my door, and we're both looking back at it.

"KP."

Fuck.

I turn to look back at Hailey, a slight panic look on her face. "It's my dad," I whisper, pecking her lips really quick, and get up from the floor.

My dad knocks on the door one more time, "I'm going!" I shout.

I pick up Hailey's thong from my ground, tossing it back at her, and she's quickly putting it on, as I attempt to shove her bra under my bed, hiding it hopefully.

I unlock my door, opening it wide open so that he knows I'm not alone, this way he won't say anything he's not suppose to.

He instantly frowns, a puzzled look on his face, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you had company."

"It's fine, pops, what's up?"

His frown only deepens as he grabs ahold of my face, and at first I think he's examining the bruises he has left me, but he then quickly turns my face to the side. "Cover those up when you go see your mother today," he grumbles, releasing his hold.

I nod, I hadn't realized that Hailey had marked my neck up too. Pops quickly sticks his hand into his jacket, handing me a white envelope. I know It's money for my mother, he's been sending her some bills to help my nan out with whatever she needed. "Come find me when she leaves," he utters, and I nod again.

My dad shifts his attention away from me, to the back of me actually, towards Hailey. "It's nice to see you around the house again, Ms. Summers."

I hear the small smile in her voice, "thank you. It's nice seeing you again, Mr. Matteo."

My dad snorts softly, "I think you can call me Carmelo by now, Hailey."

I look back to find Hailey sitting behind my bed, hiding so that only the top of her body is showing. She smiling, while nodding her head. My dad dismisses himself and I close the door behind him, walking back over to Hailey when my phone starts to vibrate in my pocket. I pull it out of my shorts and see that Angela is calling me, and instantly answer.

"What's up, Ang?"

"Hey.." she speaks softly.

"How are you feeling?"

"Okay," she answers shortly.

"What's going on? You alright?"

She hesitate's for a second and eventually ask's, "have you talked to Dion?"

I shake my head although she can't see me, "not since yesterday, why?"

I take a seat back in one of the bean bags, as Hailey sits to the side of me, patiently waiting, quietly asking if everything's okay. I nod although I really don't know, I don't want her to stress over something she has no complete control over.

"I woke up around four in the morning and he was gone," Angela murmurs into the phone. "I thought that maybe he had went down stairs, to the cafeteria or something, but he never came back after awhile. I've been calling and texting him all day and he's hasn't replied, my parents keep asking about him and I don't know what to say anymore. My dads starting to get impatient."

I instantly get irritated, it's not like Dion to go MIA, especially in a situation like this. "Don't stress over it, Ang, I'll go check if he's at home in a bit."

"Please go easy on him, KP, he's not doing so good. He's having a hard time coping."

I nod again like a dumbass, "I'll call you afterwards."

Ang begs me one last time not to make this a bigger deal than needs to be before she hangs up, and I'm instantly sighing deeply, dragging my hands down my face.

"What's going on?" I feel Hailey place her hand on my lap.

I turn to look at her and immediately lean in to kiss her, cupping her face with my hands and she instantly kisses me back. "I have to go," I mumble against her lips. "Apparently Dion's been MIA since this morning and no one can get ahold of him."

Hailey shoves my hands away, crawling over to me until she's now sitting on my lap, straddling me yet again, her arms wrapped around my neck. "I am so proud of you," she grins.

"Proud of me?" I furrow my eyebrows. "What did I do?"

"Nothin'," she smiles. "You're handling this a lot better than I would've expected. You're being understanding, accepting, you're being there for your best friends, you're putting their feelings first."

I snort softly placing a quick kiss on her lips, "I don't know how I didn't see it before, he literally talks about her every time he gets drunk."

Hailey laughs softly, "I don't think you were ready to accept it."

"God it's going to be so weird seeing them all over each other."

"I don't think they'll do that, baby. I think that they're going to try and respect you as much as they can, until they know you're fully okay with it."

I look away from her, glancing off to the side, "What if i can't fully accept it?" I utter quietly.

Hailey grabs onto my chin, turning my face back to her, "you will," she smiles. "You didn't bash his face in yesterday so that's a good sign."

I chuckle softly shaking my head, "I don't want to leave you."

She cups my face, kissing me long and hard one last time, "your friends need you more than I do right now."

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I don't leave my house for another twenty minutes. Hailey and I get up from my floor, we get dressed, and I walk her out to her car that's still parked in m drive way. I watch her drive away until she's out of the gate and head back into my house, looking for my father.

Surprisingly I find him in his bedroom, rather than in his office. He's already in bed reading some papers when I walk in. He informs me that he no longer needs to speak with me, that he had a small job for me to do, but seeing how I had company he had one one of his guys do it, this way I can spend more time with my lady friend.

I tell him that ima step out for a bit and he immediately ask's where I'm off to so I tell him what's going on, how I have to find Dion because no one can get ahold of him, and I instantly see the worry look on my dads face. Apparently Dion's parents aren't in town, they're away on a business trip right now so now he's worried too.

He ask's me if I wanna take someone along with me, one of his guys, and politely decline his offer. If Dion's is in a bad state of mind he won't want anyone around, he'll let me in, but other than that he'll get pretty hostile.

I run back up to my room and grab my things, throwing a hoodie on so that it covers up my neck, this way I can drop my moms money off on the way home if it's not too late.

The drive to Dion's house from mine is approximately five to seven minutes. I pull up to his house and park in the drive way seeing how it's empty, there's no cars out here, minus his mothers.

His dads Audi isn't out here, Dion's Jeep isn't out here, which most likely means that he's not here but I get off and knock either way.

I knock on the front door a couple times and wait a few minutes just in case anyone is home, but no one's here, no one answers.

I sigh deeply as I walk back to my car, thinking where in the fuck this idiot can be at.

I start my engine getting ready to drive away when I see Dion's stupid ass dog walking down the street, and I'm shutting my engine off, stepping back out of my car, shouting at the dog.

"ZEUS!" He immediately looks up and over at me. He's across the street in another one of the neighbors yards. "Get the fuck over here!" I snap my fingers and he immediately starts wagging his tail, running towards me.

Dion has a two year old Doberman Pinscher, and although he may look vicious, he's honestly the biggest baby you could ever meet. Dion got Zeus when he was only about 10 weeks old as a gift for his little sister, so she could have a companion, and of course someone to protect her.

He immediately jumps on me, crying and whining like he does every other time he see's me. "What are you doing out here buddy?" I scratch the top of his head. "How did you get out huh? Come on, let get you back home."

I grab Zeus by his collar and walk him down the side of the house until we're at the back gate, and I notice that there's s lock on the door. I grab ahold of the lock pad, attempting to pull on it but it's no use, it's locked.

I look down at Zeus, who's patiently sitting next to me, "How the hell did you get out if it's locked? Come on," I pat my leg and start walking back to the front of the house, with Zeus following behind me.

Dion's family has one of those garage opener keypad things, and I just so happened to know the code from when I would bring Dion's drunk ass home. I'll just open the garage, stick Zeus inside, make sure that he can't get out again, and head back out.

I walk up to the little custom fancy black keypad and slide the lid up, inputting their code and the garage is instantly going up. I'm immediately relieved when I see Dion's fücking Jeep parked in the center of his garage, now I don't have to go chasing him down through the entire city.

Zeus instantly runs in and waits patiently by the door until I'm opening it for him and letting him in.

I close the garage back up and walk through the laundry room into Dion's home, noting that the kitchen and hall light going upstairs are on, indicating that he probably is home.

I walk further into his house until I'm standing at the bottom of his staircase, "Dion?" I call out.

I wait a few more seconds to see if he pops out of one of the rooms but he doesn't, so I start making my way up the stairs, when i start to hear a light hum of music. The music only continues to get louder and louder until I'm officially standing on the second floor making my way over to Dion's bedroom.

I knock on his door twice, but I highly doubt that he can hear anything over the loud country music that's playing.

No one, and I do mean no one but Ang and I knew that Dion secretly loved country music, afar from his parents.

I didn't judge him for it, to each their own, I just personally wasn't a fan of it, I thought it was the most depressing shit on this earth. I mean have you ever really paid attention to a country song, someone's either heart broken, drunk, or both.

I placed my hand on the doorknob attempting to turn it, but it's no use it's locked.

I inhale a deep breath, knocking for a third time on the brown door, calling out to him this time, "Dion?"

Nothing.

"Come on Dion," I grumble to myself, still jiggling the doorknob as if it's magically going to unlock itself.

I start to lose my patience a bit and end up pounding my fist onto the door, "Dion, come on, open the fucking door!" But nothing happens still, if anything I swear that the music gets louder as the song changes onto the next country song.

"Fine! But you fuckin' asked for this!" I growl and grab ahold of tighter grip on the doorknob and start slamming my shoulder into the door.

It only takes a couple slams until I manage to break the door open and the music is instantly blasting in my face, but Dion's no where in sight.

I walk over to Dion's nightstand and grab the little black remote that I know is connected to his speakers and turn the music off. It instantly shuts down and I am so relieved that I can hear my own thoughts again, but that's not all I hear.

I hear the smallest clank come from inside of Dion's bathroom and I instantly march in that direction.

I reach for the doorknob checking it, and I'm even more relieved to find out that this door is unlock and I don't have to break it in as well.

Dion's bathroom is a little similar to my own, of course mine is a little bigger, but they had about the same floor plan.

I push the door open and look over to my right where the bathtub is at, and see Dion laying in there with his head leaning against the wall, a bottle of whiskey in his right hand.

I step into the bathroom as he slowly looks in my direction, but doesn't bother to pick up his head. I immediately know that he's drunk off his ass, shit I can smell the Jack from here, and there's not that much liquor left in the bottle.

"I- I was listening to that," he slurs.

"What the fuck are you doing, Dion?"

He pushes himself up so that he's now sitting up straight picking up both of his hands, as he still hangs on tightly to the bottle of Jack, and looks around the tub and back at me, "I'm taking a bath," he chuckles.

I frown mildly as I notice his eyes are a blood shot red, but I can't tell if it's because he's wasted or because he's been crying, his eyes are a bit swollen as well.

"That's not what I meant, Dee."

Dion glances up at me but doesn't say anything, but the broken expression on his face tells me that he knows what I'm referring to.

"Come on," I out stretch my hand in between us. "Lets get you out of this tub."

He agree's with me slowly standing up, not without struggling though, and I find myself holding him up as he climbs out of the tub.

I reach for the bottle in his other hand and to my surprise he releases it without putting up any type of fight, and I start moving us towards the bedroom.

I set the almost empty bottle down on the sink counter before exiting the bathroom, were almost to his bed when Dion comes to a halt.

"We- we weren't hiding it," he mumbles, and I quickly turn to look at him.

"Just let it go, Dee, it's fine." I move him towards the bed until he's finally sitting on the edge of it.

"I wanted her parents, my parents, to be the first ones to know," he says quietly, while looking down.

He reaches over into his nightstand, "we were suppose to go to dinner last night," he says, pulling something out, it looks like a small paper of some source, when I realized that Dion's now tearing up.

He turns the small paper over and I notice that it's a fücking ultrasound picture, "we were just at the doctors on Thursday, everything was fine," he sobs, handing me the black and white picture.

I take it from Dion's hand into my own, and it takes almost everything within me not to tear up right then and there. There's a small peanut shape figure in the middle of the ultrasound.

"Dion," my voice cracks as I try to regain my composure.

"Ang instantly wanted to tell you the second we found out, KP," he sobs. "But she was so afraid of what you would say, what you would actually do. I told her that I would handle it after we told our parents, I was going to make it right."

I don't respond, I don't know how, I don't know what the fuck to say. Instead I pull my best friend into me, embracing him in one of the biggest hugs we've probably ever encountered.

Dion immediately crumbles under my embrace and his sobs really begin to hurt me deep as they continue to get louder. I can't stand seeing him hurt this fücking much.

"It won't stop," he sobs into my sweater, clinging onto me even tighter. "It's not fair, KP."

"I know, buddy, I know."

"I would've gave it everything it needed, I would've loved it unconditionally, I would've been there unlike her. Why would he take it from us, KP?" he cries.

I knew for a fact that Dion wasn't referring to Angela when he said her, I knew that he was talking about his mother. Dion didn't really care for her much, he hardly ever talked about his birth mother, but I knew deep down inside it that shit still bothered him, he just never talked about it.

I pull Dion off of me and kneel down to his level so that we're now eye to eye, "are you done?" I ask him and he stays quiet not really knowing what to say.

"Listen to me, Dion. You're nothing like your mother, so don't you dare and try and compare yourself to her, do you understand me? Given the chance you would've made one hell of a fücking father, man. I would've been so proud of you, I'm still so fucking proud of you, Dee. I don't know why these type of things happen, but I am so fucking sorry that this had to happen to you guys. Drinking your pain away is not going to fix it, Dion, numbing yourself is only going to get you so far, believe me I know. You need to get your shit together because Ang needs you now more than ever."

Dion frowns a bit confused, "I could be here for you and her day and night, Dee." I tell him. "I can try and comfort you, hear you cry without saying a damn word, but at the end of the day you know exactly what she's feeling, because you're both going through the same exact thing, you both lost something. You're so young and in school still, Dee, you got your whole life ahead of you, bro, you'll get another chance, maybe it just wasn't the right time right now."

Dion lifts his gaze, tears still slowly spilling from his eyes, "I love her so much," he states.

I make a fake gagging noise, "stop, you're gonna make my dinner come back up."

Dion chuckles softly at this and I smile, "have you told her yet?" He shakes his head no. "Then go tell her, not me." He nods this time. "Come on, let's sober you up."