Part 2

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Richies pov

As soon as I got home I could smell the alcohol and weed that my father was using, I poked my head into the living room and saw that he wasn't there, I looked out the window and noticed his car wasn't there either

"How the fuck did I miss that-"

I sighed, my father tends to leave for weeks on end without telling me.
I shook my head as if to get rid of my thoughts, and then I walked up the stairs and into the room, shutting the door and locking it in case he did come back.
I tossed my backpack onto my bed and then remembered the book that was in it so I sat on my bed, leaning against my headboard as I pulled out stans book, I thought about how I would be invading his privacy but I had always wanted to know what went on in his pretty little mind, he told me things because we are best friends but I'm sure he doesn't tell me everything.

Before I could talk myself out of it I opened up the book, beginning to read the first page.

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