Young & In Love || 18+

Chapter 20: Progress...That's All We Needed Was Progress

Lia's Pov

"I hate this." I said.

Yes, you may be confused because let's face it...I hate everything. But this was different.

It had been almost two months since the incident and so far, everything was going well. Our school let me back in. They felt bad for everything that had happened and didn't wanna get sued for wack security. At first I took it into offense but I ended up taking the deal because who doesn't want a free education. After that, we ended up doing our show. A lot of people loved it and wanted to see it again and the press had something else to talk about. Of course they still talked about the negatives but I only ever looked at the positives. Since that was going well, Jade had been a little bit more honest and nicer to us. To me she was still a bitch but then again, my opinion doesn't really matter to her.

Ryder and Jade were actually getting along and becoming siblings again. They still argued here and there but at the end of the day, they still had each other's back no matter what.

Xioe and Josh had been planning their wedding and everyone was helping. They wanted their wedding to be in the summer so that way people would be off and available. I thought it would be amazing for them since they were summer people. I was more of a winter person to be honest but this was their wedding and there was no way in hell they were gonna wait that long.

After wedding planning, the nurses would check up on me. Apparently I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety but then again, I already knew that. They also said I had split personality disorder like my father. I kinda knew that but at the same time I was hoping I didn't. They gave me pills to take so that way I wouldn't want to kill myself every five seconds and they worked. I just hated taking them. Like a lot. Sometimes I wouldn't take them and Xioe and Josh would pin me down while Jade was trying to find the right pill to give to Ryder so that way he would shove it down my throat.

Speaking of Ryder, me and him have been doing fine. We don't break any of the rules and we are more open and honest with each other. I learned a lot about his little "secret life" and it was pretty interesting. I found out that he already knew who I was before I even knew he existed. He even told me when he was younger he had a little crush on me but never said anything. I thought it was adorable and the cutest thing in the whole world. He thought it was weird and pathetic. Oh well.

He ended up getting better with the whole drug addiction and I got better with learning how to love me for me. Of course we still loved each other but after everything, we just agreed to stay friends. We thought that if we tried again, that it wouldn't work out. I missed him but I never said anything.

On a different note, I read some more of my mom's letters. I ended up getting through all of them. She explained everything and more. She told me how my dad and her met. She explained how she was with my uncle before she was with my dad. She explained how she didn't want to leave and that they took me from her. The more I read, the more everything made sense. I still never got a chance to meet her but we wrote each other often. Right now she is in Hawaii, having the time of her life. She is still on the run but for now she is taking a little bit of a break.

She knew about everything that was happening and she couldn't wait to kick someone's ass for messing with her daughter and her daughter's friends. I laughed at the thought of it.

I found out we were alike in so many ways and I wasn't just a psycho's niece anymore. I was the daughter of a fucking badass. I mean it was insane how amazing she was. I even got to tell her that. I also got to tell her about my problems and everything that was happening. She was so supportive and was there for me. She told me that she was sorry that I ever felt like I had to live up to her standards. She then told me that she didn't care about standards and that all she wanted was her daughter to be hers. I didn't have any standards to live up to in her eyes.