The Men of Degrassi

Drew Torres: Blood is Thicker than Water Pt 1

After it happened, I didn't know what to call myself. An emo kid, scene, or just pathetic. I didn't know how to react to what happened, but all I ever thought was that it was my fault. Afterward, I felt weak, spineless, hopeless, and just plain stupid. Buy hey, everyone already thinks that right. If I've never felt close to my baby brother before, I certainly do now. This is the story of when I began to abuse myself.

I was sitting for almost 45 minutes at the dinner table, fondling with the little black box that was in my hand. I was hoping to God that she was just running very late. After getting a job at that kiosk at the mall, I saved nearly every penny I had trying to plan this dinner for her. Why? I was going to propose to her. Katie and I, even after a few bumps in the road, had fallen deeply in love. I planned on her saying yes, then after graduation, we'd get married on the beach. She had turned into my everything, but everything in me was keeping myself to not leave that table.

Obviously, she had stood me up. Katie hates being late, no matter what the situation is. And also, she'd never stand me up with a 2 text long explanation of why she couldn't make a certain function. What the fuck happened, I have no idea. But I had to figure out what happened to my girlfriend.

As I was waiting, my phone suddenly buzzed, it was a chain mail text from Julian. I was confused because I haven't talked to him too much since I did MMA, so ignored it, thinking it was one of those "If you read this" chain mail texts from him.

At this point, the waitress was ready to go home, since her shift ended an hour ago. So I left her a tip and walked out of the restaurant, embarrassed. I needed a release, and I remembered Mo's party that was happening tonight. So I drove off to his house. As I was driving there, I drove passed KC, who had an enormous smile on his face, and some kid with really bushy hair following him.

I parked, unbuckled my seatbelt, and got out of the car. There had to be something going on, because Mo's parties never get this loud. Curiously, I rushed in to see what all the ruckus was about. A lot of vulgar language was going left and right, and the second I got into the house, everyone froze, seeing me.

I was confused. "Um, is something going on here?" I asked.

No one said anything, and suddenly, I see Katie running down the stairs as quickly and unsighted as she possibly could. She was rushing to button up her shirt and fix her hair. But I saw her. And she saw me.

"Katie? What are you doing here? We had a date." I said, quite upset.

She didn't look at me, and then I heard Owen in his 'I'm way too drunk to be outside of my house' accent.

"Come oooon, baby! Don't you wanna go for –hiccup- another rou-…" he stopped, seeing me. He immediately sobers up about halfway.

I was furious. "What the fuck is going on here?!" I yelled, and I heard Julian's voice.

"Didn't you get my text, dude?"

I eyed him, confused. Then I whipped out my phone to check the text he sent me. Once I read it, my heart dropped.

I may be a bit drunk, but I think I just saw Owem and Katie in the same bed.

I tried my hardest not to tear up, not wanting to embarrass myself any more than I already did. My girlfriend just cheated on me. And not only that, with one of my best friends.

"Katie… I don't get it. What did I do?"

She rolled her eyes, not a hint of apology on her face. "Oh, don't act like you don't know." She scolded, brushing passed me.

I looked up at Owen, who was still wasted, but never looked so guilty in his life. I just shook his head at him and turned around, going straight to my car. As I pulled out of my spot, I allowed my tears to finally flow. I started driving so fast that I nearly ran into KC and Liam, who were now holding hands.

Adam owed me 10 bucks; I knew that curly haired dude was gay, but right now, the shits I give are nonexistent.

I slammed on the brakes, scaring the both of them.

"Whoa! Dude, what the…. Drew?" he looked through the windshield, seeing me in my near hysterical state. He walked over to the window and knocked. "Drew, what happened, bud?"

I was crying too much to answer, so I just shook my head and sped off. I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed. Katie, the now former love of my life intentionally cheated on me without an afterthought with my now former best friend. But what made me sick about the whole thing is that she was 100% SOBER. She did it on purpose. She wanted to see me squirm, to see my heart ache, to watch me hurt myself….

Those last words stuck to my brain for the rest of the ride home. I burst through the door, not even bothering to close it behind me and stormed to my room. There, I began to sob away all of my sorrows. I didn't care how much of a bitch I sounded like, crying over a girl. Adam always told me to never bottle up my emotions and feelings, and at this point, I couldn't hold in anything any longer.

As I freely cried, I heard a soft knock on my door.

"Drew? Is everything ok?" I heard a familiar voice say.

It was Fiona. Damn, I totally forgot this was her house, not mine. What I also forgot to do was lock the room door, so she barged in.

"Drew, I can hear you crying from my room… What happened, sweetie? Did she say no?" she asked.

Fiona has been my female confidant ever since I moved in with her. Even though we may bicker a lot, the both of us have grown to almost be best friends. I told her all about my plans to propose to Katie and she, being the girl that she is, was very excited. She fangirled to me for over a week about when it was going to happen. I looked over to her and she saw the pure pain in my eyes, and she pulled me into a hug.

"You poor thing… Don't worry, there are other fish in the sea."

I was barely understandable, my breath being as shaky as it was. "Sh-she che -sob- cheated on me."

Her eyes widened and she pulled away from the hug to look at me. "She WHAT?!" she exclaimed.

"W-with Owen. H-he was drunk and… sh-she didn't even care about me! She was totally sober."

She tried wiping my tears away, which were coming out like a waterfall. "That bitch…" she whispered to herself.

As she said that, I broke down again. She consoled me for the next 20 minutes until I sent her away, feeling as though I ruined her sleeping time. She hates losing sleep. I got up to go get a glass of water and accidently stepped on a shard of a glass vase that Fiona half-assed cleaned up. I searched for a band-aid for my lightly bleeding toe and cleaned up the mess, but something in my head told me to keep the biggest piece. I threw everything else away and applied the band aid and went back to my room.

I think I sat and stared at that shard for about 30 minutes before deciding what to do with it. I tore off my button up shirt and look at myself in my mirror. I couldn't help but see a shameful man. A worthless piece of junk that can't even receive love from his own girlfriend. So I took the glass shard and ran it across my left side.

It hurt like hell, but I deserved the pain. I don't know what I did to Katie to have her do something so terrible back to me, but whatever it was, it must've been unforgiveable, and I felt like punishing myself for it. I repeated this action about six times, and I finally felt my dues were paid.

At least until tomorrow….

To be continued…

Next Chapter: Owen.