Mike groaned looking up at the clock. He had to squint to try and adjust his focus to be able to see it, and moaned again seeing it was past noon. He rubbed his head and sat up against his bed, knocking against a small bottle of rum that lay on his chest. He moaned again rubbing his head, and began to cry.
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"Chris." Stacie rubbed the back of my head; my sweaty forehead leaned up against my dashboard. "We have to go in."
I sighed and sat up, looking at the building, my eyes filled with dread and my heart with fear. "I know. But I don't want to." But I knew I had to. I gave her a forced smile, and got out of the car.
I leaned on my car with my eyes closed, my head against the roof until I felt her take my hand.
I turned to her and she gave me a soft kiss and hugged me. I turned and too my surprise saw John standing at the door. I let out a laugh, and it felt good as he walked up to me and gave me a hug. "It's been awhile." He said giving me a reassuring smile.
I nodded smiling. "I know, I know. Too long."
"This must be Stacie." He said smiling and shaking her hand. She nodded and I smiled more.
"I didn't know you were coming." I said as he patted me on the back.
"Well Stacie actually asked me to come, I would have anyway, if you had told me where and when."
"I'm sorry...I didn't want to drag you into this...it's been a tough week."
He just nodded. "It's ok, but you should really talk to Mike."
That took the smile away, and after...