Blue September Part.2

Blue September Part.2

A Chapter by HiddenAngel
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This chapter is from Brett's point of view. It shows his sensitive side. A friend stops by and possibly makes things worse.

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I sat against the dresser for what seemed like hours. Sitting and watching the blood trickle down my hand onto the floor. How could I be so stupid! I lost the only thing I love and care for. I thought to myself. A picture of Courtney and I was sitting in a broken picture frame a couple feet away from me “I love you” I whispered and held the picture to my chest. “Brett answer the damn door!” someone yelled, snapping me out of the moment. I tucked the picture into my pocket and went to the door. “Jackie why are you here?” I asked. She pushed past me and sat at the table “because Courtney is a mess and worried sick about you!” she yelled. I sat across the table from her and ran a hand through my hair “look I don’t need you here telling me how much of an a*s I am.” I said irritated. She slammed her fist on the table “damn do you not understand! This girl gave up everything to be with you! She could be starting college, living the life we all want but instead she chose to come with you and look at the way you act.” Jackie screamed. “And you think I don’t know that! I risked everything for her too! I came back to this place because we were desperate. Do you think I want her living here, living around these people!” I screamed back. Jackie calmly stood up “take a good look at yourself Brett cause “those” people are awfully similar to you.” She said and walked out the door. My head was pounding as I tried to make sense of the conversation. I fumbled around the kitchen for Advil, swallowing the pill dry then eventually passing out on the sofa. BEEP BEEP BEEP!  The continuous sound of the phone ringing had woken me up. “F*****g idiots stop calling” I moaned while reaching for the phone. “What?” I yelled into the phone. The other end was quiet then they cleared their throat “I’m looking for a Brett Lantos” a female voice said. “Who’s this?” I asked. “This is Mrs. Namur with the Birney and Johnson law firm. Mr. Lantos we understand that you have gotten yourself into some legal troubles-” she said as I slammed the phone down. How the hell did they find me this time? Damnit next it’s going to be the f*****g cops. I picked the phone up and dialed Courtney’s cell “Hey” she said. “Babe please I need you to come home. We have a lot to talk about. Everything is finally catching up I just got a call from some law firm. They know what’s going on and it’s not going to be long till the cops show up.” I said. “No Brett are you positive? It’s too soon. My parent should still think I’m in Europe traveling. How long have you known?” she asked, her voice trailing off. I hesitated to answer but knew it would be best to tell the truth “Last week when Jay came by he told me. I couldn’t tell you I was worried you’d get upset. Just please come home quickly I don’t know how much time we have.” I said then hung up. This is it huh? For loving another person I put myself at risk and now I’m going to pay. It’s ridiculous these laws they have. I know one thing though, I’m not giving up without a fight. I sat and thought to myself until I fell back asleep.



© 2011 HiddenAngel


Author's Note

HiddenAngel
What exactly did Brett do to get himself and Courtney in trouble? Is Courtney willing to take Brett back and fight besides him as they go through this rough time? Find out in the next chapter.
*Thanks for reading! Tell me what you thing. Suggestions are very helpful. If there is anything you think could be done different let me know.

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I'm sixteen and a student in highschool. My life revolves around music, art, and writing. My friends are my inspiration for most of my work. I would be nothing without them. I suffer from anxiety & se.. more..

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