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Chapter 7: Planning
Mom drove us home, Caleb grumbling in his seat because he wanted to stay longer and take a look at the work the guys did. Prospect would have shown him around. He was glaring at me the whole ride, blaming me for the reason he wasn't able to do what he wanted. I did my best to ignore him knowing I was to blame. Mom liked to keep us together, knowing we looked out for one another. We did many things together really: sports, school, play. My group of old friends and his group had at least one person who knew the other. It was strange, everywhere we went we had a connection.
"Ma I'm gonna be bored," He complained tapping his finger on the window. He was pretty much pouting in the corner. Mom ignored him, all the years of experience made her very good at that. "This is all your fault." He hissed at me and I glared back, the same glare on both our faces.
"Yea, yea, yea." I waved him off looking out the window tapping my fingers to a beat in my head from a song. Mom pulled up in front of our house. I got out fast, needing time to figure out what I was going to do. Gemma was going to get me killed if she went through with talking to Mom.
Mom opened the door, walking in first. Caleb pushed me, walking to the living room and dropping down on the couch flipping on the TV. I glared willing to let go of his attitude with me. Mom headed to the kitchen, I could hear water running. I rushed upstairs, two at a time. Gemma would be there soon.
I pushed open my bedroom door, locking it behind me. I flicked on the lights. Even with all the stuff in there, the room didn't feel like mine yet. I only had a few things that reminded me of home. I jumped on the bed, reaching for the bottle behind it. I licked my lips, watching the liquor swish side to side when I grabbed it. I could easily open it and take a drink but if I started, I wouldn't stop.
I got off the bed, standing in the middle of my room. I was faced with two huge dilemmas.
One, how could I get rid of a quarter a bottle of Vodka and the bottle. Two, where could I get another bottle. The joys of drinking secretly...
A soft knock on my door startled me. The bottle slipped in my hand, heading for the floor. I grabbed the top
between my fingers, the bottom giving a small thud against the floor. I sighed to myself. "Callie you okay?"
I dropped the bottle into one of the open boxes. Mom would try to come in and if she found the door closed then I would surely be found it. I went to the door, twisting the small knob in the middle of handle. "Yeah, I'm fine. Dropped my I-Pod." I mentally hit myself. If she came in and found no I-Pod around and me standing near the door, more suspicion.
The knob jiggled and I quickly went to where I had my I-Pod hidden. I opened the drawer grabbing the device just as Mom came in. I dropped it inside the drawer, acting as if I just picked it up. "I got you some water. Know your voice is dry."
"Thanks..." She was right. I didn't notice until she said something but I was sounded hoarse. I grabbed the cup, taking one sip. "Gemma's coming in a about 10 minutes. When she comes I want you downstairs." She walked out of my room, about to close the door, when she turned to me with a smile.
"I love you Callie." The way she said it made me break a little. She was worried about me so much and here I was just lying to her face. What kind of a daughter was I? She trusted me so much and there I was just thrusting that trust back in her face.
"Love ya too Ma," She closed the door and I fell onto my bed. I placed the cup on the nightstand and dropped my face into my hands, shaking my head.
God I was so screwed up.
I glanced at the box. I got up slowly making my way to the box. I took out the bottle that now seemed to weigh so much. I felt guilty again. A feeling I loathe as much as pain. After that man hurt me I was filled with guilt. If I had been more careful, not so much of a rebel, I wouldn't have had to change so much. I wouldn't have been hiding. The urge to numb myself was harder on me, my mind screaming me to throw the bottle away and spill my guts yet my body was telling me to go through with the plan.
I bit my cheek, going through plans in my head. If I wanted to keep the liquior then I would have to hide it in something else. If I wanted to rid the bottle I would have to throw it in something and get rid of it fast. So I needed a bottle and trash.
I grabbed the cup off my nightstand, taking another sip when an idea hit me. I gulped the water down, placing the bottle in the box. I opened the door, poking my head out. "Ma?" I yelled.
"What?" She answered in the same loud tone. This was an everyday thing back in Chicago. "Do we got any big water bottles. I'm very thirsty but I don't wanna go up and down." I could hear her going through the cabinets, the doors slamming shut when she tapped them closed.
"On the table!" I grinned rushing to the kitchen. How many times have I got up and down the stairs already? I waked into the kitchen, Mom handing me the bottle while she talked on the phone. "I don't have a job yet..." I heard her say. I didn't get to hear more, rushing back upstairs and out of sight.
I went to my room first grabbing the bottle and walking to the bathroom, looking into the hall before I managed the walk. I locked the door behind me, my blood racing as I started doing what I knew I shouldn't have. I shook my head as I began to pour the water into the sink. I was getting mad at myself for what I was doing. Yet I didn't stop myself from emptying the bottle, didn't even try to stop as I uncapped the Vodka and emptied the liquor into the water bottle. I took a sip, the Vodka burning the back of my throat. I sighed at the feeling. I always felt a ting better.
I capped the bottle. I quickly left the bathroom, rushing to my room and locking the door. Now all I had to do was find a way to get rid of the bottle. I tossed it into my trash but took it out. Anyone could find it there. I saw a stack of paper on my desk. I walked to it, searching through it.
Junk. All old papers from the previous school year. Why I kept them I didn't know but I was glad I did. I stuffed the papers into the trash after tossing the bottle back inside. I grabbed the small trashbag, heading out of my room with my bottle in hand.
"Stupid junk..." I muttered walking past Mom. She chuckled, "What stupid junk?"
I sighed, putting on a sad face. "Old school work." Her smile faded and she walked to the door. I quickly dropped the bag in the kitchen garbage, putting my bottle into the 'fridge.
"Hey Mom." Mom said. I tensed up, Gemma was there.
She wasn't alone.
Jax was there too along with Clay.
Re-enforcements. I let out a breath of air. I had to be calm if my plan was to work.
"Callie I want to talk to you about your friend." I clenched my jaw.
Here we go.