I'm fine, until I'm not.

Too Far To Fall

Ryan gave me a somewhat disapproving look, but being a fairly chill guy, he let it be and shrugged. "Alright then, well it's still in the back of my truck so c'mon." He replied, already leading me to his truck. I paused, blinking in shock at the couch before snorting in amusement. He turned to give me a knowing look. "Yeah yeah, laugh all you want but its still badass." He stated before undoing the straps that held the couch to the truck.

"Badass isn't the only word for it... I mean it's basically a sex couch." I replied, snickering. It wasn't really a sex couch, even in the shape was extremely similar. It was a neon blue, to be fair to him, and it had arm rests, but damn you couldn't get closer unless you bought a real one.

"It's comfortable as fuck, and if I manage to get a couple of girls to help me break it in, then I guess I got a double score." He said cheekily, glancing at me. "Now come and help you perv." I shook my head with a scoff before I walked over to one end, putting my hands on it firmly.

"Please tell me you bought this new." I said with a teasing tone, the others face twisting into a trolly look.

"Nope." He said before lifting his half the couch, prompting me to lift mine. We did a short walk to the doorway entrance, lowering the couch so he could open the door, before we both picked it up and maneuvered it in, which was much harder than you would think. Finally we managed to fit it in, lowering it against the wall directly across from the television. I let out a sigh of relief and sat on the couch, noticing it had taken us about 30 minutes to maneuver it through the door and that I had left Mitch about an hour ago. Since I was planning to stay here for a while, I texted Mitch that I wouldn't be there for a while, not wanting to worry him.

I jumped in surprise as my eyes focused on a can of soda that was place in front of me, small beads of water due to condensation on the outside, indicating it was cold. I reached up and grabbed it to see Ryan giving me a worried look, taking a seat next to me while looking out the window. "Alright, the couch is in, so spill, what's wrong?"

I clicked the cap on the soda before popping it open, taking a sip to parse my words into actual sentences before answering. "It has to do with Mitch, he is really worrying me." I said initially, but upon the silence, continued. "I assume you have heard about the fight, or that something is going on with The Pack at the moment, well we hit some rough waters that, admittedly, started between Mitch and Lachlan. Well, around the end of the call Mitch went silent, uncharacteristically silent." I stopped for a moment, a bit absorbed in my own thoughts.

"What did the fight start over?" Ryan asked, attempting to bring me out of my own thoughts, obviously wanting both more to the story that was the talk of the MC community of the moment as well as see what was really bothering me.

"Well, Mitch made a rather insensitive, even if unknowingly, about suicide and it set Lachlan. None of us really knew much, he wasn't ever super clear about it, but apparently it came to light that he was suicidal during his early teen years, and that left a sensitive scar somewhere on his psyche." I said, knowing it was safe to tell Ryan as he wasn't a loud mouth. "The argument escalated to yelling, and then Mitch went silent after Lachlan mentioned me fighting all his battles for him, but I'm not sure why." I mused, shaking my head before returning to the rest of the story.

"Not long after Lachlan and Vikk left, Mitch left too, but he was muttering to himself in his room, at least I thought he was." I fretted, Ryan's face contorting in worry as well. "That night, and the night after that, he had the worst nightmares. He was screaming like somebody was killing him, crying and gasping for air... he even screamed my name in the most terrifying way..." I shivered and felt a hand on my shoulder, serving to ground me as I pushed through the end of my now long rant. "He sounded like he was dying Ryan, he isn't like this and I don't know why a single call like that would do that to him. He hardly eats anymore, he's getting pale from not even going outside anymore, and now he won't sleep, he hasn't slept in two days Ryan!" I said frantically, frustration in my voice. "Worst of all, he isn't telling me what's wrong and I don't know how to help him." I said, letting the silence in the room become deafening as I ran out of words to use.