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| Chapter 2 |
| If only the boys could see me now. I think they would be absolutely disgusted. I started doing things even I’m not proud of but I do them anyway just so I can get away from my new hectic life. Shortly after the breakup, I was attacked by fans, but there was nothing I could do. I spent a week in the hospital. No one came by to see if I was OK. When I say no one I mean the boys. I felt like they didn’t care anymore. My bad habits started shortly thereafter. Smoking & drinking were a way of life for me now. My brother’s friends invited me to a party & I got wasted away by drinking. Luckily for me, my brother took me home. Later I found out that two people were killed in a shoot-out at that party. I moved out of my parents’ home & into a small apartment on the outskirts of Miami. I made new friends that took me to parties & clubs all the time, but after a while I started to cut back on the outings. I recently found out that my mom had gotten in touch with Kevin. He called me & I can still remember the conversation. “Hey D. It’s Kevin” “Hey Kev. Whazup” “Listen D your mom called me she’s concerned about you.” “What do you mean concerned about me?” “Howie, she wants you to stop drinking & smoking.” “Well, why couldn’t she tell me that?” “Because she thinks I can knock some more sense into you.” “I doubt that.” “Why?” “Because I feel like you & the guys abandoned me after we broke up.” “D., that doesn’t mean we don’t care about you.” “It’s hard to tell when everyone leaves me in the arena to make a press statement.” “Come on D. I didn’t call to talk about the past I called to talk about your current problem” “Well right now its you so goodbye.” I remember slamming the phone down. Kevin never called back I knew he didn’t care. |