Chapter 6: Problems

Nessie's POV

"Nessie just what were you thinking?"

It was about an hour later after the incident and my grandfather was giving me a checkup just to make sure that I had not been injured.

"I, uh, well I didn't know what to do. I had told him I'd meet him at a certain time and I was late. He didn't like that"

"Nessie you should have just told us that rather then run off to meet him!" mom scolded.

"But I needed-"

"The drugs?" grandpa finished for me.

I didn't respond. They took my silence as confirmation.

"Oh Nessie" grandpa sighed. "I can't believe that you're even in this situation"

"What situation?"

"Drugs that's what!" mom quickly added. "How did this even happen?! How could you let this happen?!"

"Long story" I said.

"Well we have plenty of time right now" grandpa pointed out. "None of us are going anywhere"

I could tell my story and everyone all over the house would hear it no matter where they were. I wasn't sure how I felt about that honestly. Embarrassed would perhaps be the best way to describe it.

"From what I gather a boy has something to do with it, am I correct?" mom questioned. Great. They weren't going to just let it go were they? Couldn't they just let it go?

"Yes. It's my boyfriend. His name is Blake. He invited me to a party of his one day and I was surprised to find drugs and alcohol there. I didn't want anything to do with any of it at first. But then he kept pressuring me and pressuring me to do it. So I thought that a small amount, just a tiny bit of meth and cocaine wouldn't hurt. Oh and alcohol to. I thought a little would be okay"

"Oh Nessie" grandpa shook his head in clear disapproval.

"After that is when things kind of started to spiral out of control. I felt as if I needed the drugs. If I went too long without them I would start to not feel so good. The only thing that would help was the drugs"

"Withdrawals. You started to experience withdrawals. A clear sign that you developed a physical dependency on the drugs" grandpa for finished for me.

"Yes. Precisely. So I kept buying more and more. Now not a day goes by where I don't use because of the withdrawals."

"So Nessie have you told anyone about this?" grandpa asked me.

"No. If I told my adoptive parents it would kill them. I can't put then through that kind of pain. Besides it hasn't really affected my life. My grades are still the same and my job hasn't been affected-"

"Nessie just the very fact that you developed a physical dependency on the drugs proves that you have a serious problem that needs to be addressed immediately. When I first saw you I could smell the mixture of drugs in your system. I didn't even need to ask how strong the dosage was because I could smell it"

"Well what should I do? I don't know what to do anymore" I started to cry.

"Nessie first of all you need to tell your parents. They deserve to know the truth so that they can help you. You need to tell them that you have a problem. As much as it'll hurt them they need to know"

"I can't do it"

"Yes you can and you will" mom said. "Preferably sooner rather then-"

We suddenly heard the door in the front of the house open and then slam shut. I knew it was only my dad. He had not yet returned from his confrontation with Jose and that kind of scared me.

"Oh my god I think I killed that boy" The look on my father's face combined with what he said really scared me.

"I lost control and I think I killed him"

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