Vincent POV

I walked into Zak's room and looked around desperately. I didn't see him and figured he was in the bathroom. I was about to go knock on the door and ask if he was alright but I spotted something on his dresser.

It was a orange container. I walked over to it and realized what it was.

A pill bottle.

For: Liz Menderson
Anxiety pills.
Take one tablet everyday.
Dr. J. D Foster
No refills without doctor authorization.

This isn't Zak's prescription. I picked up the container and ran out of his room.

"Darryl!" I yelled. He ran up to me, "Whats wrong?" He asked.

I handed him the pill bottle, looked at it for a couple of seconds before looking up at me. "Where did you get this?" He asked.

"Zak's room."

A looked of panic crossed his face before he rushed towards his room. Zak was now out of the bathroom and looking around frantically. He spotted the container in Darryl's hand and his eyes widened.

"Shit." He muttered.

Darryl stepped forward and said, "Where did you get this?"

"Um," Zak started, "It's my prescription."

I rolled my eyes, "Your name is Liz Menderson?"

He sighed, "I got it from a friend."

Darryl looked mad now, "What friend?"

"You don't know them." Zak replied.

"Well tell me who they are and I'll...get to know them." Darryl said, "Also their not your friend if they give you things like this."

"Ok cool," Zak said, reaching for the pills, "Now give them back."

Darryl looked surprised, "I'm not giving you these things back." Zak looked mad, "Just give me it."

"No." I said before Darryl could talk, "We're your real friends for taking these away."

Then Zak exploded, "You guys aren't my real friends! You take away everything good in my life and you make it your responsibility to look after me. You don't need to. I'm fine by myself." I was heart broken. We are his real friends and we care about him more than he knows.

Now he looked at Darryl, "I shouldn't have called you the night my dad kicked me out."

Darryl looked upset but I realized, Zak had messed up.

"Your dad kicked you out?" I asked.

He muttered under his breathe then looked up at me, "That's not what I meant. He asked me if I could move out."

I raised an eyebrow, "And that's why you were on the sidewalk, crying in the rain."

"You told him?" Zak asked Darryl. Darryl stepped towards Zak and tried to put his hand on his shoulder. Zak seemed to involuntarily back up, "Don't touch me!" He yelled. "Get out! Get out!" He yelled.

Darryl moves backwards and walked out, I followed him. But I looked back at Zak and he was looking at the ground grinning. I just walked away.

Zak POV

My plan worked.

When Darryl backed up, he accidentally spilled a bunch of the pills. I picked them up, swallowed one, then shoved the rest into my drawer.

I was just going to post the other chapter today and post this tomorrow. Bit the other one was short sooo here's another chapter! Thanks again for 2k reads! ❤️✌️