"So um, when I was 14, my dad died because he mixed alcohol and medications..." Layla started her story again. Only this time the whole thing.
"Oh boy.I'll remember not to do that." Riven said and Layla looked at him angrly.
"So to continue... When he died, I felt alone. My mum was obsessed with my little brother. It was always like 'Johnny wants food FEED HIM NOW' or 'Johnny is sleepy READ HIM A STORY' or 'Do you not hear Johnn crying go see what is it' 'but mum I'm doing homework' 'stop it and check on Johnny he is a priority' and shit like that... I kinda hated my brother for that. I mean, he was only 2 years younger then me, but that little selfish brat... anyway, when my dad died, no one even asked how was I feeling. But my mum and my brother? Oh god. 'Tressa, honey, how are you feeling about your husbands death?' or 'Johnny sweetie if you need cookies you can come to my place and play with my annoying hell of a brat' or something like that... And when they saw me, they would say Hi and bye, just like that. So, there were moments I wanted to get drunk as fuck and forget all about it.."
"That's what I'm talking 'bout!"
"Riven shut the fuck up. Anyway, I didn't do that. Never ever. Like, my dad died with a bottle of Scotch in his hand. I ain't doin' that shit. So I found out one of my friends was selling some drugs... yes, at the age of 14. I know, messed up... well I cant really say anything... ANYWAY, I asked... him, can I have some, and he said I can have some for free. I just wanted to disappear from the world I was in, and I guess Shit took me there..."
"It sure is shit. I'm glad you're admitting it." Bloom said and smiled.
"...No girl, shit is the actual name of a drug. But okay,whatever, let me continue. So when I tried it, It felt really good. Like, reaalllly good. So after a month I took drugs again. After like, 3 months, I started getting some every week. Soon, before I could stop it, I had it almost every day. One day,my mum found some marijuana in my bag. She freaked the fuck out and slapped me again and again.. and again. She yelled and screamed. I wanted to slap her back because she was drinking every Saturday. So I did. She packed one of my bags and told me to go to my grandmas place for 2-3 days. I was gonna go, but I saw the friend, you know, the one who gave me free drugs all the time? Well,.. he, said that I can stay at his place. On day 2, late at night, he pulled out a bunch of drugs. His parents weren't in the house so we got high as fuck. I took more and more, and I overdosed. I had like, I don't know man, panic attacks? And shit like that, and It would be okay if the gir...guys parents didn't get too early. They saw me overdosed. My friend was only high so he could control himself. His parents called up my mum and she fucking kicked me out. You know the stories where the patents are like 'okay honey we gonna help you' and shit? Yeah, my mum was like 'You're going to your grandmas place and never come back'. My grandma took me here like a week later... That's pretty much it."
"We don't judge." she nodded.
"And oh girl, don't you ever try mushrooms. Any of you. That shit ain't real." she was so funny. I liked her.
"H...H..Heli..Helia." Timmy said and I turned.
"What is it?"
"Y...yo... yo... your p... ps.. psychologist.. t. todl... told me.. to... tell.. y... you... n.. no... not t... t.. t.. to... come... t... to... today.." he said and took a deep breath.
"Really? Why?" I asked and Timmy sighed as he prepared to tell me more.
"Nevermind Tim, I'll go check out what is happening." I said and went to Ethans office. When I entered, I saw him holding a picture of him and some guy, I guessed it was his old friend or something.
"Um, Ethan." I said so he would notice me. He placed the picture back on the table,but he turned it so the face of the picture was facing the table. On the back,it said 1990-2012. Maybe someone died.. the guy on the picture maybe?
"I told Timmy to tell you not to come." he said looking angry. For the first time.
"I know, I just wanted to ask you why." he sighed.
"It's about my story. The one I'm not going to share with you until you are ready to talk about yours?"
"Ethan, I get it, but why cant we have a meeting today?"
"I think it's better if you leave now." he said and took the picture again. Then he threw is in trash.
"Ethan,I..."
"If you leave right now,I will give you a night out. Today." he said, I stood there a few seconds and then i nodded. I left. It's not that I wanted to go out so badly,It was that I understood he really wanted to be left alone.