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peeking through the window or minding my own business and walking away. But I quickly realized that I didn’t have a choice. My whole being was drawn towards the window, so against my better judgment, I went closer. The window on the backside of the cabin was cracked open. It was a bit too high, but I spotted an old wooden crate under the back stairs, which I drug out and propped below the window, praying it would hold my weight. I carefully stepped up and very, very slowly inched my head upwards.
    Inside, the cabin looked like a hurricane had just ripped through it; a typical bachelor’s pad (x10) on the messy side. An old, tattered, filthy couch had dirty laundry strewn all over it. The rest of the place was buried in empty Dorito bags, used paper-plates, Styrofoam cups, beer bottles, soda cans, candy wrappers, empty popcorn bags, pizza boxes, clumps of dried mud from the bottom of dirty shoes, and crumbs from who- knows-what. Every inch of carpet, or whatever the flooring was, had something thrown or ground into it. It was disgusting. This place should have a big fat CONDEMNED sign attached to it.
    I heard the sound of a television but couldn’t see it. It was probably buried too. I heard the harsher voice yelling obscenities, and then heavy footsteps pounded in my direction.
    I ducked below the sill until they passed my window, and then slowly lifted my eyes again to see the back of a blonde haired boy. His face was buried in his hands. He paced back and forth, obviously scared.
    “I’m tellin’ ya boy. Ya better not be lyin’ to me, ‘cause this’ll be the LAST time ya ever do,” the harsh voice threatened.
    “I’m not lying. He said he’d be coming and he always keeps his promises. I know he’ll come.” The boy turned and faced my direction and I finally caught a glimpse of his face.
    Holy hell…it was Tyler!
    I gasped and ducked below the window as he started making his way towards me. He looked ill and grungy. His blue eyes were sunken within dark circles. It didn’t look like the Tyler I once knew.
    Tyler Cross was one of Michael’s best friends growing up. We’d all hung out together in our younger days. He was a bright, good-looking boy with a very promising athletic career. But as he entered high school he distanced himself from all of us, and became involved with new friends… the wrong friends. He started using drugs, becoming withdrawn, and cutting us and his love for sports completely out of his life.
    Tyler slowly became a hollow shell of the person he used to be, much like my mother. Michael had confronted him multiple times about his choices, and the future he was giving up, but he never listened.
    Tyler’s father was the Chief of Police of our ever growing town of Wasilla. Tyler was his only child; of whom he had high aspirations. He’d recently taken a few weeks off when Tyler was hospitalized from a drug overdose. No one understood why or how he could do that to himself. He had loving parents (who were still together), good friends, and just about everything he’d ever wanted. It was beyond anyone why he chose this destructive path.
    Tires speeding down the graveled drive made me jump off the crate and tuck myself behind the backside of the cabin. The car skidded to a stop. I heard a door swing open, slam shut, and the sounds of gravel crunching under feet, heading towards the front of the cabin. I lowered my head, glimpsing only the shoes of this mysterious person.
    “Hey Tyler! Tyler! Where are you?” the voice called out.
    It felt like the wind had been punched from my gut, and breathing became almost impossible.
    Could it be? Could it really be him ?
    I quickly made my way back to the window and listened carefully.
    “Tyler?!” he called out again.
    It was! It was Michael!
    Michael banged on the front door. I wanted to run to him, jump in his arms, and beg him to leave this place, but there was something holding me back.
    “Mikey! Come inside!” Tyler yelled from one of