Next Morning
Chris POV
Where the fuck is this shit at?!
Damn, I really wish that I could remember what happened last night. All I know is that I got really fucked up and Mike eventually took my drunk ass home. Everything after that is a blur. These pills should still be in the cabinet where I left them though, because I didn't take them yesterday.
Let me call Mike.
He answered after the first ring.
*phone convo*
"Wassup?"
"Yoo. What happened last night? Like do you know what I did with my pills? I can't seem to find them anywhere."
"Shit, I don't really know what you did with them. I asked you did you take them because you was wildin, bro. You said fuck them pills. I think you threw those bitches somewhere. I don't know."
"Fuck! You couldn't control me, nigga?! Like damn. Did you try to help a nigga out?"
"Come on now, Chris. Let's be real. You wanted me to try and control Breezy?"
"Ight, you got a fair point. But damn man... I can't find them anywhere and you know that I lose control without em. I can't afford to act like a psychopath right now. My relationship is already hanging on by a thread. A fucking thread."
"Bro, calm down, alright? Are you sure that you looked everywhere? As in by the pool, outside... in the toilet, maybe? Because knowing you, you did some stupid shit. You always do. You're a whole different person when you're intoxicated."
"I didn't even think about that. I'm about to go check. Bye, bro."
"Bye."
*phone convo ended*
I went and checked outside first. I know that it can't be in the bathroom because I've already looked in there.
You won't believe the shit that I saw.
"Ain't that some shit", I mumble to myself.
The damn pills were in the pool. Not the bottles.
The actual pills.
The empty bottles were sprawled all over the ground.
Man, fuck my life. I'm never getting that drunk again. There's no way that I'm going to pick them up out of there.
Fuck it.
I went without them once, I'll do it again. Hopefully shit doesn't get out of control. I'm not trying to argue with Janelle.
Speaking of Janelle, I seriously need to talk to her. That's my baby, and I don't like it when we're not speaking. I can barely function without her. I know that I was kind of wrong for the things that I said to her. I'm just going to be the bigger person and work this out. I'll just text her and see where she's at. I want to do this in person.
To nellyville:
Where you at?
After about two minutes, she replied.
From nellyville:
At the boxing/wrestling arena. Why?
I didn't text back. Instead, I went upstairs to get freshened up.
