Pulled Back

Chapter 13

I woke up this morning and I had no idea where I was, I remembered last night when I was talking to Leslie and the rest. Then I walked up by the car to get something, then I saw a friend pulling up and I started to talk to her... then I took a few hits at her pipe.

Fuck me, I groan as nothing after those last few hits came back to my mind, clueless about the detail leading me up to a morning in a strangers bed.

I couldn't remember how I left or who I left with, oh God, I left my friends there. Shit. I'm horrible person, I left them in a different town with a bunch of druggie alcoholic strangers who I trust but they don't.

I rush to get up, like yesterday morning I was completely naked, though no one else was on the bed with me so I couldn't identify where I was just yet. All I know was that it wasn't Julian's and my friends aren't here.

I just knew I had to have left them there, they would have never let me go by myself with a girl or guy they didn't know.

Rushing around to put on my clothes that sat perfectly folded at the edge of the bed, it shocked me how neat everything was but nothing took my mind off of my current situation. I didn't even have a phone, I only remember two numbers, and they're both numbers I would rather not call.

My brother would flip out if I told him why I was all the way where ever I am and Julian would insult me, call me a slut, and we would get into a fistfight in the middle of the car ride.

I hate my life.

Walking out of the room it was an apartment, a two bedroom with windows only existing in the living room and the bedroom across from the one I exit.

I felt like my whole heart stopped when I walked into the living room, I had nothing but a sports bra and black denim shorts on, a heart attack almost starting as I see Jake sitting on a couch in the living room with a few people.

I hated when he judged me and he did that more often then I would like.

I shake my head after taking my time to stare at him, continuing to walk to the front door, I thought he would leave me alone and allow me to leave without discreetly throwing an "I told you so" at my face, I was wrong. Pouting when I heard someone stand up and footsteps follow my own, I had a clear guess on who it was.

I already knew what he was going to say, I'm not okay and that I need help, stop messing around and blah blah blah blah blah.

"What Jake" I groan when I got out the front door, turning around when the door closes.

"What Jake? What the hell were you thinking Bianca, Do you know where they fucking found you?" he spat with anger pointing at the door I just walk out of.

"I don't even know who they are! Why are you angry at me!" I scoff

"I'm angry because you won't listen to me, I try to help you and you don't listen to me because you think you're okay, I bet you don't even remember what happened and that's why you don't see that you're not okay" he scolded me and I just stare at him confused

"I'm fine" I restate my claim like any other day, the same words I repeat to him during every conversation slipping pass my lips, a lie I tell not only to him but myself to.

"Really?! cause I was with Zeke when Donny called us saying he found you, on the side of the road Bianca. Your friends notice you were missing, told Austin, and we all went out looking for you. Bianca, we found you three miles away from the bridge, on the side of the road talking to a fucking tree saying a man was trapped in it. That wasn't even the worst part though, you were dancing around the tree Bianca!" His hands clap together as he says my name, an emphasis that only made his anger clear in his words, clear with his frustration towards me "So the 'gods' would free the man, then when we got you in the car and you flashed a minivan" I sucked on my teeth as he spoke.