Odette Parker: My True Self

Chapter 2: Headache

**Drug use during this chapter! Be forewarned, if you dont understand be happy it makes no sense****Talk of underage sex (both parties are younger than 18) as well as consensual adult interactions during this chapter.**

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I arrived at Cena's house at 2:15PM, 20 minutes earlier than I should've, had I walked. I would always rather be early than late. Fishing out my key to the apartment I open the door. I shoot a quick text over to Cena letting her know I arrived early.

*text* Well then get it ready and save me some dummy

Giggling to myself I walk into the apartment - saying hello to Lady - the pit mix we rescued last year. Lady wags her tail and jumps around excited one of her moms is home. I walk into the living room and sit on the couch. I open the hidden compartment of the coffee table and pull out the plate and pill bottle.

After the incident me and my friends started getting high more often. Its not every day your home is attacked by aliens, or that you find out aliens existed, or that the president was going to nuke your city. There were a lot of excuses we have used but if I was honest, I knew all we wanted was the escape, the numb feeling, the release. 

I starting getting high in high school, freshman year. A senior at a party offered me Molly. It only took one time and I was riding the train into hell. We started partying every weekend.
I didn't want to think about dads death, the past I couldn't remember, the scars that covering my body, the nightmares that haunted my dreams. Shaking out a percacet, I begin to crush it into a fine powder. Cena walks through the door and Lady goes crazy again.

"Oh thank GOD! Today was hell, some bum tried to rob me on the subway - do I look like someone to rob? Seriously? Do I look like a push over? Do I look like someone to fuck with?"

Cena was all of 5'3 but had the attitude of a 6'5 alpha male. She 'took no shit from no one' - as she put it. She was actually the one who painted the 'Get Up, Get Dressed, Kick Ass, and Take No Shit' Quote on my bedroom wall.Mom wasn't to happy with the wording but accepted the message.

We met in elementary school, some boys were circling me trying to get me to jump off the swing. Cena came up and told them all to take a hike or during nap time she was going to glue their eyes closed. I laughed so hard I fell off the swing. Ever since that day we were inseparable. Suzie moved into our neighborhood the following year and we instantly became friends. I dont know what I would do without these 2 girls. While I graduated early they went through all 4 years of high school. I could never explain why I knew so much or how I learned so fast, but it paid off. 

Cena is 18 like Suzie and me. Last year we paid for her gun course, its all she asked for. She passed with flying colors, like scary accuracy. She also has a conceal to carry permit; which means someone, somewhere, thought it was a good idea to give the 5'3 Hispanic girl with anger issues a license to carry a concealed weapon.

Ive never cared for guns. Technically my body is a weapon. Having mastered 3 forms of martial arts within 8 years will earn you that classification. I am currently taking Jujitsu classes on Thursday and Sunday nights, its an amazing distraction to say the least. Mom was concerned when I started taking martial arts but I explained to her that I never want another scar on my body that isn't my fault. Having so many and not being able to explain where they came from because of amnesia is always a fun tale.

I remember the first time Dennis saw them. It was 6 months ago. We were at the beach down in VA for a weekend. A huge bonfire party was going down, it was a crazy weekend. During truth or dare I ended up having to strip down to my undies and dunk myself under water. Dennis protested for a solid 5 minutes claiming it was too cold for that.