Chapter 3: Nessie's Story
Bella's POV
My mind had trouble processing what Carlisle was saying. It couldn't be true; it just couldn't be.
"What are you saying?" I asked.
He took a deep, unnecessary breath before answering. "I'm trying to say that she's addicted to heroin. I fear that this behavior of hers is putting her life in danger" he said.
"I need to go home now" I said.
"I understand" he said.
I went back to the office and gathered up my children. I looked at my Nessie. Now everything made sense. Now I understood why she always came home so late with no explanations. Now I knew why she lost so much weight in such a short time. Her mood swings, her worsening school performance. It all made sense now.
I was stupid. I should have been stricter with her instead of letting her do whatever she wanted. I should have given her so much more attention than what I gave her. This was all my fault.
"Mom are you okay?" I heard Nessie ask.
"I'm fine" I wasn't sure why I was lying to her. It was obvious that we needed to sit down and have a serious discussion. I just didn't know how to confront her about her problem yet.
All of my children were quite tired once we had gotten back home . I put them all down for their naps. Even Nessie was tired and needed a nap.
I just sat and thought about what I should do. What is a parent supposed to in these types of situations? I never thought about it because this is one of those things I never thought that I'd have to face.
Then an idea finally came to me. I decided that I'd go search her room. If I found some evidence there was no way that she could deny it. I hoped that she wouldn't even try lying. It would just hurt that much more. Like rubbing salt into the already deeply cut wound.
I opened her door slowly so she wouldn't wake up. We didn't have much stuff right now so searching would be easy. I opened drawer after drawer and there was nothing. Then I got to the last one and I heard something rattle inside. My hand flew to my chest when I saw what was inside. A syringe, some needles, and the damned drug itself. Why didn't I notice when she packed or unpacked it? Why wasn't it discovered at the airport? Why was Nessie using this stuff?
I took it with me downstairs. I was going to wait for Nessie to come down.
I looked up when I heard footsteps on the staircase. It was Nessie and she was crying. Her crying got louder as soon as she saw me and what I was holding.
Sadness overwhelmed me and I took her into my arms. I just let her cry. It was clear that she needed help, not judgement. I was going to do everything in my power to help her.
She looked at me. "I'm so sorry mom" she said.
"Why Nessie? Just why?" I asked her.
"It takes away the pain" she said.
"What do you mean Nessie?" I asked.
"I just feel really alone. Dad is dead and you're never around anymore. I mean you're around but you're always so busy that you never have time for me anymore. It all just really hurts" she said.
I started crying now. I have been a truly horrible mother to her. I caused this. If I had just been there to help her; to mourn with her. Then maybe she wouldn't be in this mess right now.
"When did it start? I want to know everything" I said. I wanted to know everything. No matter how painful it was.
"It started five months ago. It was around 8pm. I was walking through an alley when he approached me. He didn't look like the usual no good type of guy. He asked me if anything was wrong. I explained everything to him. He told me that he had something that would help me. Something that would make the pain go away. He showed me how to inject it. It was only afterwards that he told me what it was. Also, he gave me alcohol to" I said.
"He what?!" I screamed. As if I wasn't angry enough already. I had to remind myself to keep my voice down so I wouldn't scare my other kids.
"He gave me alcohol mom. I'm addicted to that to" she said shamefully. I couldn't believe it! I was murderously angry at whoever the hell this guy was.
I took a deep breath to calm myself. Getting angry wasn't going to help. "Continue" I said.
"I went back to him. He said that he'd continue to supply me for free in exchange-" she stopped herself as if she were embarrassed by what she was about to say.
"In exchange for what?" I demanded.
"That I date him" she said.
I was getting angrier and angrier by the second.
"Describe this boy. What is his name?" I demanded.
"His name is Riley Biers. He is extremely handsome. He has darkish blond hair, extremely pale skin, and red eyes" she explained.
I actually felt my heart stop. No, this couldn't be. This just couldn't be.
"It wasn't him that made the drug though. He always talked about a partner. I never met her though. I just know that her name is Victoria" she said.
I was surprised that I hadn't had a heart attack yet.
"Are you okay mom? You look like you're going to be sick" she said.
"Just processing everything" I said. "Nessie. I want you to bring me your computer, and your cellphone. You will no longer have access to the internet or to any communication device. I'm also cutting off your allowance" I said.
"What! Why?" she demanded.
"It's for your own good. I am not going to allow you to communicate with those people anymore. I will also not be supporting your habits with money" I said trying not to get angry.
"Okay mom" she said. She brought down the requested items and left.
Before I could think about anything I heard a knock on the door. I opened the door and was met with six pairs of angry looking golden eyes.
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