Am I too Lost to be Saved?

~Johnny’s Point of View~

I walked into the bar and the guys called me over quick as hell.
“Dude, you fucking look like shit,” Jimmy said loudly. “Are you okay?”

I rolled my eyes at him. Each of the guys looked genuinely concerned. Well, except for Zacky. He had this real nonchalant expression on his face. Or, not so much nonchalant, but kind of angry. I guess that was because of his break up, and I don’t blame him.

“Hey guys,” I said, sighing. I threw myself onto the booth, and Brian slid a tall glass of brew in front of me.
“Drink up bro,” He said. “You look like you need it.”
Matt took a swig from his glass and burped a little. “You alright Johnny,” he asked, wiping his mouth.
I shook my head at him. “Nah man,” I said. “I’m fucking tired already. Cops called this morning about needing a few more days but the thing is, they fucking said that a few days ago! Like, seriously dude? I could have just fucking gone to Lee’s house and asked her my damn self!”
This time Jimmy shook his head. “I would do the same bro,” he sighed. “I swear I would. You know it, but I promised Anna that I wouldn’t. She wouldn’t like it if we took that shit into our own hands. And I’m not dumb enough to get on her bad side. You’ve seen how she and Meghan wrestle each other! She’d kick my ass!”
“Yeah, but this is her kid we’re talking about, Jim,” Matt said quickly and a little forcefully. “I understand that she doesn’t want to make matters worse, but shit! I’d fucking flip shit!”
“I don’t know,” Brian butt in. “I know I was one of the first to jump on the idea, but now that I think about it, I understand why she won’t. I mean, yeah she can go and kick Lee’s ass, but she’s got a kid now. She can’t just walk into somebody’s house and kick ass just because she thinks she can. She’ll have to try to prove shit, and when she can’t, she’ll get put away for a little bit and she can’t afford that.”
“Oh come one, Syn!” Jimmy slapped the table. “You know one of the girls would step up for her! Even I w,-“
“Regardless! Would you want one of the girls to do jail time for something they didn’t do?” Brian cut off Jimmy in mid-sentence and started talking before Matt could get anything out of his mouth.
“Look guys,” I said. “All I’m going to do is fucking lay low for a while. Anna and I are trying to work things out and-,”

Just as I was about to continue, Zacky scoffed at me and laughed a little.
I turned to stare at him, already getting pissed off.

~Zacky’s Point of View~

“Is there something funny, Baker?”
The guys all turned their gazes to me. ‘Is he fucking kidding me?’

“You have to be kidding me, right,” I asked, pissing Johnny off further. “I mean, ‘trying to work things out?’ By hiding at Jimmy’s? Come on man. It’s already bad enough that this is happening. Don’t think that Anna doesn’t fucking get tired of your shit, Seward.” I couldn’t help but sneer at him. I cringed at the venom in my own voice. I’m pretty sure he’s doing all that he thinks he can but it’s not enough.
“What the fuck do you think you’re talking about, man,” Johnny spat.
“You know damn well what I’m talking about,” I snapped. “I’m talking about how you’re coming over here, talking about how you’re making an effort, but you aren’t.”
“You don’t seem to comprehend what’s going on here, Zack,” Johnny said. “You always think you ca-,”
“No Johnny,” I said, with every intention of cutting him off. “I do know what’s going on. You’re running out of ideas, you’re freaking yourself out, you’re getting yourself all worked up. You’re doing everything you think you can do, and not everything that you’re capable of doing, and that’s not enough. It’s not enough for you, not enough for that baby, and it sure as hell isn’t enough for Anna!”

Everyone was silent for a good minute, staring at me open mouthed and stunned. Johnny snapped out of it, “Since when does it fucking seem like that, huh? Why do you think you know-,”
“She calls me, Johnny,” I said, rubbing my eyes, exasperated. “Anna calls me, in the middle of the fucking night sometimes, in tears when you go off and tell her shit when you’re frustrated.”
Johnny’s eyes went wide, his muscles eased up, and he sat back in his seat. I continued when he said nothing.

“Anna is just as fucking tired of being cooped up in that house, just as much as you are,” I said softly, looking directly into his eyes. “She’s tired of hiding, and she fucking misses you.” My heart tightened when I said that for some reason. I promised Anna that I wouldn’t tell Johnny she called me, but I couldn’t help it. I was getting so tired of hearing him complain and not seeing him actually do anything.
“I didn’t-,”
“Of course you didn’t,” I said, throwing my hands in the air. “You don’t fucking talk to her like you used to because you’re so fucking obsessed with this shit! Help her!”

No one said a word. They just fucking sat there and stared at me. So I shook my head and stood up.
“I’m just going home,” I mumbled.
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~Meghan’s Point of View~

I could not believe what I was looking at. Seriously? This was complete bullshit. Whoever this Leanna person was needed to fucking go already.

I walked around the trashed living room, glass crunching under my converse. A feeling of anger bubbling in the pit of my stomach. My eyes scanned the room, finding nothing out of the ordinary, so I walked into the next room, only to find it in the same state as the other.

“Ugh,” I growled. “Son of a bitch!” I pulled my phone out and dialed Jimmy’s number, only to be met by his voicemail. ‘This man NEVER answers his goddamn phone!’
I think Zee is supposed to be with him. That guy lives on his phone. I dialed his number and put it to my ear, praying he’d answer.

“Hello?”
“Oh my gosh,” I sighed loudly. "Zacky! I’m so glad you answered!”
”Is everything okay, Meghan?” Zee sounded pretty tired.
“Ugh, man. No, nothing’s alright. Come meet me here at Johnny’s old place. And can you please get a hold of Jimmy for me, please?”
“No problem, dude,” he said. “I’m in the car already.”
“Kay, scream when you’re here.” I hung up, and called Jimmy again. Still, no luck.



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It was a good maybe, 15-20 minutes before Zacky got here, and I had yet to go to any other rooms.
“Hey! Where you at,” Zacky yelled from the front room.
“Over here bro!” I was in the kitchen looking at a busted sink and cracked tiles.
“Hey, what. The. Fuck is going on here?!” Zacky stepped over broken chairs and shattered dishes.
“I don’t even know man,” I said, turning to see a very angry looking Zee. “I called the police when I got here, they said that they were sending somebody on the way. I don’t know what’s going on here. I don’t think this Leanna person is alone in this shit.”

Zacky started to look uncomfortable. “This shit is getting pretty crazy, dude,” he said. “It’s all getting on my last nerve.
“I know what you mean, Zacky,” I replied. “I mean, I love having my sister at my house, but this is all bullshit already. She didn’t do anything to that girl. We don’t even fucking know them…”

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It took almost an hour and a half for the police to finally fucking get here, and STILL nothing from Jimmy. He is SO going to hear it from me when I get home!

“And the house was already like this when you got here, ma’am?”
This probably had to be the 50th fucking time that I roll my eyes. These motherfuckers haven’t even gone upstairs to check shit, and were wasting time questioning me.

“Yes, the house was fucking like this when I got here,” I was getting so motherfucking frustrated already! “I’m the one who fucking called and reported this shit! Why the FUCK would I trash my little sister’s Goddamn house?!”
“Ma’am you’re going to have to-,”
“CHECK THE TOP MOTHERFUCKING FLOOR AND STOP QUESTIONING US,” Zacky yelled. “Son of a FUCK!”

The cop finally backed off and called one of the others to scope everything out. I took a breath and moved over to Zack, who looked like he was about to explode.
“Has Jimmy answered any of your calls,” I asked him.
Zacky just shook his head, and I sighed.
“I’m gonna kick his ass,” I mumbled as I dialed his number again.
“Hello?! Meghan?!” a frantic Jimmy yelled through the ear piece.
“Goddamn it Jimmy, I was so fucking ready to-,” I was just about to threaten Jimmy’s life when…

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Zee and I jumped to our feet and ran to the bottom of the stairs to see both cops dragging Leanna down and handcuffing her.
“YOU CALLED THE COPS,” She screamed down at me, spitting at me from the top of the stairs.
I laughed. “Of course I called them, dumbass! You thought I’d just let you ruin shit and get away with it?”
“FUCK YOU! I hope Jenna finds your ass!” Leanna smirked evilly as she was thrown into the back of the cop car.

I turned slowly to face Zacky, who was red faced and wild eyed, looking ready to fucking kill.
What the fuck did Jenna have anything to do with this?

Notes

Well then!:O
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