Anthony woke up in a horribly uncomfortable position, groaning in pain. He felt something gritty in his mouth.

Oh. It's dirt. Great.

His face was smashed against the ground, his body was tangled up around dried up weeds, and he realized he was in some kind of ditch near a highway. He tried to force himself up, brushing off the dirt and leaves off his torn up gray flannel button-up shirt. He wished he had a jacket or hoodie of some kind because it was one hell of a cold night.

He heard a few cars zooming by near him and wondered not just how he got there, but where the hell he was, and why.

He could barely remember anything before he woke up. He looked around to see if there was anything around him and checked his pockets.

No phone. No wallet. Even better, he thought bitterly.

Well, nothing to do but walk or hitch a ride. Maybe he would recognize some kind of landmark to find out where he was. He looked out at the road and saw no cars, so he began walking towards the city lights, thus beginning his new journey for answers.

The twenty four year old had been walking for nearly an hour, his arms folded inward in an attempt at conserving body heat. No convenience stores or open shops were near him. He felt sore and tired as he walked down the road which began to turn residential. The thought of knocking on someone's door for help crossed his mind but he figured since it was about three in the morning at least, more than likely they would just call the police on him or ignore him, so he kept going.

Just as he was about to give up and wait it out until morning in some nearby bushes however, he was finally given a small glimmer of hope.

I recognize this street, he thought excitedly. This is the street Kalel lives on!

He could finally go to his beautiful, caring, fiancé's house and find some answers! He did live there on the weekends after all. Hopefully she knew what was going on more than he did.

After jogging a little more than three blocks to Kalel's house, he was relieved to see her car in the driveway as he walked up, but then something caught his eye.

That's weird. The little Smosh decal that was usually on the back's gone.

He couldn't quite put his finger on it either, but something seemed… off about the house too.

He quickly shrugged off the thought, eager to see his fiancé's delicate face and pull her into a sweet kiss and embrace.

He at least had his keys, little use they were without his car, so he could quietly open the door and come inside without waking her. He wanted her to get her rest before he bothered her with any of his problems.

Anthony slowly slid the key into the lock.

The doorknob didn't turn.

What?

He tried turning it again but met with the same results.

Okay, that's weird too.

He thought maybe in his tired daze he had used the wrong key, but he was so sure it was the right one. Frustrated, he resorted to trying the other keys, knowing full well they wouldn't work but the door remained locked.

Looks like I'll have to knock.

He reluctantly lifted his hand to the door, only now noticing the dried blood and scratch-marks on his arm in the dim glow of the streetlight and knocked quietly.

Where did those come from?

He waited but didn't hear anything so he knocked a bit louder. He thought about going to her window and tapping on the glass when he saw the porch light come on.

Oh, good. She's finally up.

The door opened revealing a small framed young woman in a night gown.

"Sweetheart! God, I'm so glad to see y-"

*Slap!*

"What the hell are you doing here, Anthony?!" Kalel spat at him.

"What the-? Babe, what's with the attitude?" Anthony backed away in shock.

"Attitude? ATTITUDE?! Are you serious?! You actually dare to show your face around here after what you did, especially after three days of being gone and expect me not to be pissed?!" she screamed.

"Three days?" Anthony murmured to himself in shock.

"Out with your other girlfriend! Don't deny it, Anthony!"

Anthony was completely befuddled now.

"Babe, I don't have another girlfriend! I have you!"

"Don't go babe-ing me, when your necks covered in hickeys, you unfaithful bastard! I already threw out all your stuff, except this!" She held up his iPhone.

"My phone!" Anthony cried out in alarm.

"I read all your texts to that Tabitha bitch and I know all about you sneaking around with her!"

"What?! Who's the fuck is Tabitha?" Anthony asked completely baffled.

Kalel growled and threw the phone as hard as she possibly could to the sidewalk below, causing it to shatter.

"I really hope she was worth it Anthony Padilla. Now get out of my yard before I call the police on you, you… sick bastard!" She shrieked before slamming the door in his face.

Anthony stood there and blinked.

What. The. Fuck. Was. That?!

He picked up the pieces of phone and hurried off into the street.

What the hell is wrong with her? Anthony asked himself. He had never seen her like that before, almost like she was a completely different person. He couldn't stay out there any longer but Anthony had nowhere else to go, and he had to get to the bottom of this once and for all. Kalel flipped out and kicked him out, so he set off to find the only person who could help him.

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Anthony found it extremely difficult to get a lift from any of the passing cars so late at night and cursed the fact that he had no money on him, but his persistent will and determination kept him moving. His body ached from walking so far and whatever else he did before waking up on the side of the road.

After what seemed like an eternity of waving his thumb in the air, a truck finally pulled over. He sighed in relief, not caring who it was as long as he didn't have to walk any longer. Quickly running up to the passenger door and opening it, he overly thanked the driver, an older blonde-haired woman with a slight southern twang and a trucker hat.

"Come on in, I'll take ya where ya need ta go. Name's Barbara."

"I'm Anthony," he replied. "Thank you again. I've been walking for hours, I really appreciate it."

"No problem honeybun." She eyed him from her seat. "Looks like you had an interestin' night. So what's a pretty, bruised up boy like you doing walking around here so late at night?"

Anthony was a little unsure of how to explain himself.

"Well, to be honest, I really don't know myself. My fiancé just kicked me out of her house for something I didn't even do and before that I woke up on the side of the highway. I don't really remember much before that."

"Hmm," Barbara responded thoughtfully. "Sounds like you're in one heap of a mess, cutie pie!"

"Yeah," Anthony mumbled sadly.

"S'where ya headed?"

A while later and a bit of small talk later they had finally made it.

"Thanks again for the lift!" Anthony called out to the woman.

"No problem. You're a real sweet kid. I'm sure she'll come around," she called out as she drove off. He made a half smile as he watched her drive away.

"Well."

Anthony turned and looked up at the simple Californian suburban home that now stood in front of him. He noticed the scattered toys in the yard and the grass overgrowth.

"Damn neighborhood kids," he mumbled.

Birds began chirping around him in the early hours of the day as he stepped up to the door, hoping his key would work this time.

This time however, he couldn't even find the key in his set.

"Oh, come on!" he groaned out loud.

Feeling a creeping sense of déjà vu he decided against his better judgment to knock on the door, right below the "No Solicitors" sign and wait.

I hope he's not pissed at me too, he thought. He continued waiting, feeling a cold chill creep up on him.

Finally, he heard the door unlock and was greeted to the sight of a yawning, scruffy, unshaven man with a dark bowl haircut and pajamas.

"A-Anthony?!" He asked, a fist rubbing against his eye. "What are you do-,"

"Ian!" Anthony smiled happily, hugging the yawning man. "Holy shit, dude! You would not believe the night I just had! It's so fucking good to be back home!"

He felt the shorter man under him become uncomfortably ridged so he released him and let himself into the house.

"A-Anthony, you-" Ian tried to begin.

"Ian I really need to talk to someone. I honestly have no idea what's going on. You're never going to believe me, man."

Ian gestured him to be quiet and started shaking his head.

"Oh, sorry dude. Do you have a girl over?" Anthony whispered. Just then he heard tiny footsteps coming from behind him.

There was a little girl in the hallway.