Chapter 6: 4Best Friends Forever
There is some heavy, and dangerous history with Ms. Kristen’s, and her family. She’s more than just a
neighbor. She’s a Bartley, was a Bartley, a long time ago.
Ever since what happened, she’s never been the same, none of us have been. Everyone was affected
by what happened between the Bart-ley’s and Richard’s, years ago. Since then, Ms. Kristen’s been
addicted to alcohol, and “legal” boys. Of course, the neighborhood hates her, and mindlessly judges
her for something she did in the past.
She has no one to look out for her anymore, no one. I take it upon myself to make sure she’s not letting
someone hurt her, again.
I owe her that. I owe her more than that.
When I pulled into my driveway, I noticed the car was still parked outside her house. It''s mid-day. It
must be serious.
I should go over there. I want to see Ms. Kristen, hear her voice again, but I’m too scared to walk
through the front door. I haven’t been over there in years, her house has lots of memories, and secrets.
Bad ones.
I go up to my room to look at Ms. Kristen. I do this often, be-cause I’m too scared to do anything else. I
do this often, when I miss him. From my window I can see her youngest son’s room, and the gar-age. It
is open.
The garage at Ms. Kristen’s is never open. That garage is from her past, her beautiful yet destructive
past.
It’s filled with children’s toys, and her husband’s 1963 baby blue ssic he left behind. Everything that
made Ms. Kristen’s into what she is today, is what’s in that garage. She’d never open it.
Rochelle calls me. I pick up.
Music screams through the other end of the phone. She started the party without me? I smile at my
own usations. It makes me feel bet-ter.
“Hey Alex, don’t be mad at me. I’m sorry about that stuff earli-er, with Jeff. He’s a good guy, you know?”
She says.
I pick at my shirt. Hearing her happy, makes me happy. Then it makes me sad.
“I know Rochelle.” I mumble. My throat is sore. I’m going to cry.
“You stilling over, right?” She asks me.
She sounds sad now, I don’t want her to be sad.
“Of course, I am.” I say.
She’s quiet now, and the music increases. She doesn’t say any-more. I hang up.
I look next-door and see Ms. Kristen in the garage. She’s drunk and sad, but Ms. Kristen still looks
beautiful. She’s unbnced and grabbing the memories in the garage. It’s bad.
I watch for a while, because I’m afraid to call. I’m afraid to hear the rings, the anticipation pains. I call
after a while and sit against the win-dow to watch. I’m waiting, each ring I grow closer to her voice.
I can see her phone lying on the garage floor, ringing. She picks her phone up and throws it at the
fence. The sounds scare me, makes me jump. It hurts me more than you’d think.
Jake enters my room.
“Oh my god Jake! What the hell are you doing home?!” I yell.
“Getting my gear.” He says. I wipe my face.
“You okay?” He asked.
There it is, those trigger words that I hate.
“Yeah. I’m fine.” I lie.
“This is how you’re taking it?” He asks.
“Hey, don’t do anything stupid.” He says.
“I’m fine, I promise, Jake.” I lie again.
“I need a ride to Rochelle’s party; can you take me after my game?” He asks.
“Don’t worry about Ms. Kristen, she’s fine Alex. What is she, 43? Yeah, she’s too hot for you.” He
“She is 43.” Iugh.
“She’s done a lot for us Jake.” I say.
“She’s fine Alex.” He says.
He’s trying to convince me. I want to fight his words, but I give in after a while.
“I don’t ever remember Rochelle inviting you.” I exhale.
I say this, because I want to hear Jake talk more. I felt warmer with his terrible humor.
“Ha, ha! So, is that a yes? I have to go, Dn is here.” He says.
“I’m supposed to be heading over to Rochelle’s in a few. I could head over to Rochelle’s once I pick you
up.” I say.
I want to tell him about Jeff, but he seems rushed.
“That’ll work. Do you think you could give Emma a ride too?” Jake asks.
Emma is his on, and off “totally not my girlfriend”, girlfriend.
“If I say no?” I ask. He leaves the room.
“Sure. Emma too.” I shout. Hees back into the room.
“She’s totally not my girlfriend.” Heughs.
“Totally.” I whisper.
He leaves the room again. I hear his heavy cleats make it down the stairs. He shouts all the way from
the living room.
“She’s totally not Alex!”
“Totally!” I shout back.
~~~~~
I fell asleep at the window. It was now gloom, and dark outside. I’m definitelyte to that damn party.
I check my phone, there are texts and missed calls.
Hey Alex, its Jeff. am I picking you up?
– JiffN?velDrama.Org holds ? this.
Alex where are you!
- Roc
Okay, I said I was sorry about the whole Jeff thing. But he really likes u. Like really. Give him a shot ?
- Roc
I just want to say that I love uyy so sooo muoch!
-Roc
I smile at Rochelle’s text. Jake calls me.
“Alex. Its Jake.” He says.
“Why did you just introduce yourself?” I ask.
“I’m calling from Emma’s phone, so I didn’t know.” Jake says.
“No, I have Emma saved into my phone as Jakes Girlfriend, hey Emma!” I joke.
Static pours through the phone.
“I’m going to hang up now.” He says.
“Come on Jake, what’s up? Why aren’t you ying in the game right now?” I ask.
All of Ms. Kristen’s lights are on, I hear her screaming at someone inside.
“Earth to Alex, Hello?! They canceled the game because of the storm.” He mumbles.
“I’ll be there.” I say.
I hang up the phone. Then I call the police.
I let the line ring, I dread each ring, it brings back memories. An operator answers the phone. There’s
static at first. Then there’s a voice, it’s a woman. The entire time I’m scrunching my hair.
I stood there for a few moments, trying to calm myself down. I was overthinking, I was blowing this out
of proportion. I should hang up.
When Ms. Kristen gets into these moods, it’s bad. I’ve only seen her like this a few times, those being
the worst times for her. For the Bart-ley’s and the Richards.
Could this mystery boy, be from the past? My past?
I look at the car next door. I’m now fighting back tears. I can’t think straight. I’m still on the phone with
the operator. I should hang up.
I get goosebumps at the thought, hoping it was just a thought, not the truth. It couldn’t be who I think it
is, it can’t be.
They were nevering back, they can’te back.
My phone chimes, it’s a text from an out of state number.
I REALLY NEED YOU RIGHT NOW.
WHO IS THIS?
HAYES.
Everything inside of me panics from the name. I hang up and throw my phone.
It was him. It was Hayes.
I’m now crying out loud uncontrobly. Everythinges back. The pulsing in my stomach, the pit. The
cold gets colder, but I can finally breathe again.
It felt like I was standing there forever. Time was slow, yet eve-rything was happening so fast. Police
sirens sh in my window. They park next door, at Ms. Kristen’s.
I run outside, in the pouring rain. Ms. Kristen is in her doorway.
“Are you the one that called it in?” The police officer asks. I nod.
I watch the rain roll off of his hat. His voice is t, heavy, mean.
“Yes, but it was a mistake.” I cry.
He ignores me and walks over to Ms. Kristen.
I stand in the rain, trying to catch my breath as I wait for Hayes. I want to see him, I want him to see
me. I don’t want him to hate me. He hates me now.
Hees outside, but the rain’s heavy. I walk closer to their house. I’m scared to get too close.
I see his curly hair, he’s wearing a green hoodie, and ck shorts.
“Hayes!” I yell. The rain masks my voice. I yell again.
I watch the police put him in handcuffs, my hands are shaking now.
The police and Hayes were about to pass me, I reach them first.
I wanted to tell the police to stop. I wanted to ask him why he was doing this to Hayes. I wanted to hear
Hayes, I wanted to apologize.
When they got close enough, I did none of those things. My throat pulsed, I fought the tears when I
looked into Hayes’s eyes. I stay silent. I feel too much to speak. Even though what just happened was
my fault, I do nothing, again.
The red and blue lights paint over me. I look at the sirens, instead. It hurts too much to watch him be
ced in the car. I jump when the police m the door. Only now can I cry aloud. Only now can I look
at him.
The rain washes away the tears. I want it to wash away more.
When I look at Hayes, I cover my mouth, and squeeze my shaking hands. Hayes shoots me nces
the entire time he sits in the car. I apologize multiple times, but he can’t hear me.
I apologize again, for a secret. I say a secret, but he can’t hear me. The rain is loud.
This brings back memories. When we were young, and he was leav-ing Versa. It feels the same, but it
hurts more.
I fight back the fear and walk to the police car, but I’m toote. Be-fore I can get close, the car drives
off. The exhaust is the only thing left behind.
I stand in the rain, with drenched clothes, now coated in exhaust.
I look at Ms. Kristen, she looks at me. She wipes her face before go-ing inside her home. I don’t know
how much I can take, before I break down.
Secondster my older brother Adam, pulls into our driveway. He ms his car door, I jump.
I haven’t seen him in months. I needed a hug. I needed to feel bet-ter.
“What the fuck did you just do Alex?” He shouts at me.
I can’t breathe through the rain, I can’t catch my breath. The pit in my stomach is heavy. He doesn’t
know? He can’t know, can he?
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry Adam!” I cry.
“You just called the cops on Hayes?” He shouts.
“I didn’t know it was him, I’m sorry.” I cry again.
“You just fucking called the cops on Hayes.” He says.
Who is Hayes? Hayes, Hayes Bartley. Hayes is Ms. Kristen’s son. Hayes, is everything.