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Chapter 25 - Trust

Overdose - Chapter 25

-Alex-

March came around quickly. As if February was in a rush, some of the days didn't feel like twenty-four hours. Then, some days dragged on painfully long and usually, those were the days that I spent at home by myself. I learned that being alone makes the days stretch so I've tried my best to combat loneliness. I finally put Katie's number to use, and we hung out a few times. We mostly hung out at her place and the park.

I was sad to hear that Marcus is back in rehab for the fourth time. According to Katie, he's been struggling because his dad passed away a few years ago. I can't judge him because I would lose my mind if either of my parents died. I commend him for not giving up. I don't know if I would have been that brave.

Other than Katie, the only other person I've spent my time with is Nico. Though he was busy with work, he always made an effort to see me, which was kind of him. Surprisingly, we've gotten a lot closer than we were before. I'm more comfortable talking to him now, mostly because he asks a lot of questions. The last week of February, he had to leave for a business trip. Did I miss him? Yes. Will I tell him that? Absolutely not.

My mom flew back home three days ago after a few long weeks of meeting with her lawyer friend and trying to shadow me. Having her around was nice for about three minutes until she started talking and asking questions. She doesn't understand personal space and her questions are extremely intrusive. I love her but she makes me want to walk blindfolded into traffic.

Jackson's parents agreed to have a meeting with us two weeks from now and I can't say I'm excited. My mom said that Jackson was suspended from the football team, I can only imagine how pissed he is. Other than being a psychopath, his only other personality trait is football. Without that, I'm sure he's just a shell filled with rage. He has also been suspended from the frat along with all the others, pending complete expulsion. I wish I could have seen his face.

TW: R.

During one of the many meetings I had with my new lawyer, Janet, I was shown the text messages. To put it briefly, Jackson agreed and planned for them to carry out what would be the plot of my nightmares, in exchange to be fully accepted into the frat without having to apply and go through initiation.

The president of the frat told him that it could be anyone as long as that person could not remember or pursue them legally. That's when Jackson texted them a picture of me that he took when I was sleeping. They all agreed that it would be okay for me to be their victim. Jackson texted them five hours before the party to let them know that he had purchased fentanyl and that everything was ready for later. He didn't say it exactly that way, but I could tell from the text, that's what he meant.

The last text sent that night was the president telling Jackson that they were on their way. Now that I think of it, they were all extremely stupid for outlining their plans to commit a crime in a group chat. Whatever, that's beside the point. The day after everything happened, the frat president texted the group chat to ask Jackson if I was "okay". Aww, the criminal cared. Jackson replied with a simple, "Yep." I'm sure that he was asking if I was still alive given that I eventually passed out. Two days later, Jackson sent them a text, telling them to delete the group chat. I guess that's when Byron took screenshots of everything and saved them to a USB drive before deleting the messages.

After reading everything, I couldn't help but laugh. I knew that I should have been crying but laughter seemed appropriate. My life was ruined because someone was dense enough to trade me for a Fraternity admission. A fucking Fraternity admission. I've never thought about taking anyone's life but at that moment, seeing all of them dead would have solved most of my problems.