Mitchell's POV

I call Willow for the tenth time, going straight to voicemail.

Why is she hanging up on me?

"You alright?" Crystal asks me, as she pants her toenails on my bed.

I hum. "Willow isn't talking to me."

Crystal gasps. "Why not?"

"I'm gonna go find out now," I mutter, getting up. "Let yourself out."

"Okay."

I storm out of my apartment and head downtown, to Willow's complex.

I bang on her door. "Willow let me in."

"Mitchell I can't talk to you."

"Willow please," I murmur, leaning my head against the door. I hear her sigh and then the door opens.

"You shouldn't be here," she says.

"Willow, I don't even know why I shouldn't be here," I growl. "We've only been on two dates, but I thought they were really good."

"They were," she murmurs.

"Then what's the problem?" I snap.

She flinches. "Your friend."

"Crystal?" I question.

"She's in love with you," Willow states. "She threatens anyone that comes close to dating you, because she doesn't want you with anyone but her."

I frown. "B-but we are just friends."

"She didn't obviously get that memo," Willow mutters. "Good night Mitchell."

She slams the door in my face.

I huff and go back to my apartment. Crystal was still there, eating my potato chips. "That was quick," she comments, not taking her eyes off the tv.

"Did you threaten her?" I ask.

She looks up. "What the hell you on about, Mitchell?"

"She said you threaten her, to stop seeing me," I hiss. "And the other girls."

She huffs. "Your gonna believe them over me?"

"Your not answering my question," I state, crossing my arms.

"Okay fine," she snaps. "I'm in love with you, big deal."

"Y-you can't just threaten every girl I get with, Crystal," I growl. "I haven't even had sex yet, because no girl ever wanted to be with me!"

She stands up and starts trailing her finger down my chest. "Well then make love to me."

"I can't, Crystal," I whisper, pulling her finger away. "Your like a sister to me."

"Fuck you, Mitchell," she snaps. I hiss as she slaps me across the face. "I love you, and I want to be with you. Why can't you understand that?"

"I do," I say. "I just don't feel the same way."

"Maybe we can change that," she says. "Kiss me."

"No Crystal."

"Kiss me!"

"I can't," I say. "It's too weird."

Her bottom lip trembles. "Goodbye then, Mitchell."

She storms out of my apartment, slamming the door.

I slump onto my couch, groaning.

I hate fighting with Crystal.

When I woke up the next morning, my phone was going off.

Jay was trying to get ahold of me. I answer. "What?" I bark.

"Dude, I've called you like ten times," he whines.

"I'm sleeping," I answer, gruffly.

"Bear," he says softly. "Something happened to Crystal."

I sit up. "What?"

"S-she overdosed," Jay mutters. "She died, Bear."

I drop the phone and sat there shocked.

Crystal was dead?

She died?

Goodbye then, Mitchell

Fuck.

*

Three months later...

I bang on the door, waiting for my brother to answer. Darren answers the door, glaring. "Hey bro," I slur. I take a sip of the bottle of jacks I was drinking. "What up?"

"It's three in the morning," he growls. "I have a pregnant wife, who if she finds out your here, will kick your ass."

"I'll liked to see her try," I giggle. I stumble into his home.

"Where have you been the last three months man?" Darren asks, following me into the kitchen. He pours a glass of water, handing it to me.

"Places," I giggle.

"God your annoying drunk."

"Thanks," I chirp. "I couldn't be here, to be honest."

"You missed your best friends funeral," Darren states.

I rub my chest as I feel the pain of Crystals death rise up. "I don't wanna talk about it."

"Have you even been taking your meds?" Darren questions.

"Who needs meds," I say. "I have life."

Darren glares at me. "Get up."

I huff and stand up. I start laughing as he fumbles through my pockets.

He then pulls out my line of cocaine. "Are you serious Mitchell?!"

I pout. "You never had fun before?"

"I have had fun," he growls. "I don't want to kill myself."

"That's the exciting part," I say, sitting back down. "You take risks, man."

"Fucking grow up," Darren says. "Sleep on my couch tonight and I'll take you to rehab tomorrow."

"I don't need rehab," I slur.

"Oh yeah?" Darren question. I giggle as he goes through my pockets again. He pulls out five more packets. "Does that not look like an addiction?"

I fumble with my words. "I-I-"

"You gotta face your problems man," Darren says. "You won't live if you don't."

It was silent for about five minutes. "It's too painful," I croak. "I can't handle it without taking a sniff, Darren."

"I can help you," he says. "Just let me okay?"

"Okay," I murmur. Darren gets me some blankets and sets me up on his couch to sleep.

"Goodnight, Mitch."

"Night."

*

I groan and open my eyes to the sound of banging. I sit up and open my eyes.

How the hell did I end up at Darren's?

Oh yeah.

We had a talk.

I get up and rush over to the banging on the door. It was the police.

"Hello," I say hesitantly.

"We are looking for Darren Roberts?"

"In reference too?" I question

"Some stolen cars."

I nearly swear under my breath but don't.

See Darren stole cars.

To save money for him and Mac. Mac was six months pregnant.

"He didn't do it," I say.

"We'd like to speak to him."

"He's not home," I say.

"Please let him know we want to speak with him," they say.

I nod and shut the door.

At 5pm Darren finally walks through the door.

"Your still here," he says relieved.

"The cops are after you," I say.

"Fuck."

"I thought you were more careful?" I hiss.

"Let's not talk about my problems, when you have a cocaine addiction," Darren says.

"We've talked, I agreed, now let's talk solutions for you," I growl.

"I can't do much," Darren shrugs.

"Mac has your baby on the way," I yell. "You should've thought this through."

"Well I didn't okay," Darren growls.

"Do you want to miss the birth of your child?" I whisper.

"Of course not," he sighs.

I hated seeing my brothers looking so defeated. It made me want to make all their problems go away. "I'll go," I say.

"What?" He says, frowning.

"I'll go to prison for you," I say. "I'll turn myself in."

"You will not," Darren laughs.

"Dude just think, I'm not gonna listen to a bunch of pussies in this rehab facility," I state. "I go to prison, get clean and you get to see the birth of your baby."

"I can't let you do that," Darren murmurs.

"Well then I'm not giving you a choice," I say. "I'm doing it."

Three more months later...

"Here's your cell," the guard says, pushing me into it.

I stumble but collect myself as I enter.

"Hey," I hear a purr. "Your gonna make me a good bitch."

"I'm no ones bitch," I growl.

Being in prison meant no meds for Mitchell.

"Don't talk to me like that bitch."

"Make me," I hiss.

So my first day in prison, I get punched in the face.

But it's okay, because I beat the guy up for it anyway.