Fixing Lexi

Chapter 19

AN-

heeeeeeeeeey guys, see when it gets to the exact bit that says "what was that pill" i recommend you listen to hometown glory by Adele, i wrote this chapter when just listening to that on repeat and i cried at certain points, i honestly love Lexi<3

''Lexi? Lexi wake up quick, there's some guy at the door demanding to see you.'' I open my eyes and try to adjust to the dark room, I can't remember any of last night but the first thing I feel is a banging headache coming on. 

"What. who?" I rub my eyes and sit up, instantly feeling like shit. 

"I have no idea, I told him he should come back later but he demanded that I come and wake you up." I groan and stand up, grabbing a pair of sunglasses from my bag and placing them on my head. 

"Thanks for the drugs, and for listening to me," I smile lightly and he laughs shaking his head. 

"No problem, you were great company until you passed out on top of me," he smirks at me and I look at him in shock. I don't even want to know what he's talking about, who knows what I'm capable of when I'm out of my face in drugs. "It's not how it sounds honestly," he's clearly amused by my reaction. I let out a small laugh and playfully punch his chest, he pretends to be hurt but can't keep a straight face. 

"Don't be a stranger," he is suddenly really close to me, our chests touching. I look up in to his eyes to find that he's already looking down at me, he wastes no time gently pressing his lips to mine. There was no rushing, no pressure as if he wasn't scared. He was so sure he was going to see me again. The kiss left me confused and dizzy so I wasted no time leaving after that. 

I shut the front door behind me to find my dad waiting in his car. I've really gone and fucked it now haven't I. He see's me walking towards the door and i can see the disappointment in his face when he looks down at his lap.  Opening the car door I shove my self in with a sigh and rest my head in my hands. After a long silence my dad finally clears his throat. 

"We actually thought you were going to come home this time." The sadness is clear in his voice and It just makes me feel even worse than when I woke up.  I was so close, I wasn't bad at school, I didn't start any fights, but I can't help it. I can't stop taking drugs on my own. I don't feel like I have any hope, I couldn't even let Michael help me. 

"I'm sorry dad," I let out a huge sob I didn't know I was holding in. He takes my hand and squeezes it, crying with me. 

"It's okay Hunny," he chokes out and i shake my head. It's not alright. 

After about 10 minutes of crying he lets go of my hand and finally decides to drive. When we arrive home we sit in the car for a few minutes. 

"I don't want to seem like a brat here but I really don't want to go to school, like obviously i want to do the work and stuff but I.. I just.." I can't seem to find the words and my dad nods.

"I'll arrange something, don't worry about it right now," he opens the car door and we both make our way in to the house.  My mother is sat at the kitchen table bitting her nails and staring at her probably cold cup of coffee waiting for me and my dad to arrive home. As soon as she see's us she shots up from her seat and pulls us both in for a hug. 

"I think we should get you in for a bath, then you can go to bed. Does that sound like a good idea?" she places her hands on my shoulders gently as if I am a piece of glass, or an animal that she would frighten away. All I do is nod and she leads me up stairs, sitting me on the toilet whilst she runs the bath and gets towels and a fresh pair of blue girly pyjamas which I don't think I have ever worn in my life, probably something my mum has bought me and put in my drawers hoping that I would maybe wear them. God I am such a fucking horrible daughter.