Losing Control Isn't Always Fun 9

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I slammed the front door before leaning up against it and letting out a muffled frustrated scream.

"Whoa, what happened?" Kyle asked.

I saw Kyle directly in the room across from where I was standing. With Max wide awake.

"Max! What are you doing up?" I asked. "Kyle!"

"Sorry, he couldn't sleep," he said.

"Max, come here," I said, walking over to him. He met me halfway. I picked him up and took him up to Kyle's room, setting him on the bed.

"I'm sorry," Kyle said, as I shut the door.

"You know what? You should be. It is two o'clock in the morning. He's five years old. Max should not be up," I scolded.

"I'm sorry, he tried to go to sleep earlier but couldn't fall asleep," he said.

I plopped down on the couch in the television room.

"Phone," I demanded.

He handed it to me.

I typed in the number for Rusty's cell. He answered after one ring.

"What's up Ky'?" Rusty said.

"It's Ree. Listen, I can't come into work tomorrow," I said.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I lied. "I'm just not feeling too well."

"Liar. You don't want to talk about it?"

"Not really," I said.

"Okay. Feel better, kid. You know where to find me," he said.

"Thanks, Rusty," I said.

"Sure thing," Rusty said. I hung up.

"What's going on?" Kyle asked.

"Dominic's is the jerk that I thought he was," I said. "I really don't want to talk about this right now. Can I just go to sleep?"

"Sure," Kyle said. "I'll get the pull out setup. Just go change and everything," he said.

I went to the bathroom and took a well-needed shower. I tried to forget about my Chemistry partner, and everything he said, but it didn't work. It kept haunting me.

I changed into one of Kyle's t-shirts and my Sofie's before walking back to the game room, where Kyle was already laying down.

"Off my bed," I said.

"Nope," he said. "Can't. We have to share unless you want me to share with Max."

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