Chapter 5: They Call Kids Like Us Vicious and Carved Out of Stone.

4 years. 4 fucking years and he finally calls. Wow. I didn't really know what to say. I mean, you're best friend disappears for 4 years and then out of the blue calls you one day. What was I supposed to say?





"Aleks...What happened?"
"Jasey, I'm sorry. I just...I couldn't come back."
"You could have fucking called me." I was trying my best not to cry. Spencer looked more and more confused by the second.
"I couldn't...I couldn't risk getting caught." I could hear the tears in his voice. He sounded just as pitiful as he had 4 years ago.
"Well...where do you live?"
"Upstate New York." He sighed. "You?"


"Manhattan. My big city rock star dreams never really came true. You need to come visit me."


"I planned on it. God. You don't know how long it took me to find you. I've been trying for almost two years. I've missed you, sis."
"I've missed you too, kid. I really have."





Our conversation continued for a good hour and Spencer eventually gave up on trying to figure it out. I had to explain everything about my past to him after I got off the phone.
"He's coming down this weekend." I explained.

"Good. I'm glad you guys finally found each other, Jase. This is one of those tragic Lifetime movie stories that never actually happen in real life." He said apologetically.

"Yeah. Except this one is real life. We need to clean and shit. Make the apartment presentable." And I was right. There was no way I was letting anyone in here in it's current state of chaos. There was clothes everywhere and nothing was in order. I stood up quickly and grabbed a pile of laundry and carried it to the washing machine. Spencer went to work on the bedroom. It wasn't too bad, but it wasn't exactly neat either.

A little over 2 hours later the apartment was spotless. I collapsed onto the couch and Spencer did the same beside me, resting his head in my lap. I ran my fingers through his dark hair and sighed. I wasn't sure if things were getting better or worse. I was ecstatic to have found Aleks finally, but I was scared. He disappeared for 4 years, things don't just immediately go back to the way they were. So much had changed. We weren't 17 anymore.

"Heyyy babbyy." Spencer whispered, caressing my stomach. I smiled down at him. The baby kicked at the sound of his voice. Another thing Aleks wouldn't expect: I was about to be a mom.