A day before Zoey is done at the mental hospital.
"Just remember, if you need me, call me." Tasha said.
"Of course. Thank you for taking such good care of me." I said.
"You're welcome. I'm keeping this room closed for any time that you need to stay here. This is your room." She said.
"Hopefully there isn't a next time." I said.
"Yeah. I love you Zoey. Be safe." She said.
I hugged Tasha, going to bed.
The next morning I woke up, getting my things packed. Tasha drove me home. I was glad she did.
I walked in the door and Delaney was asleep on the couch. Her stomach was getting bigger.
I went upstairs to my room, cleaning it up. I didn't know why but I just didn't like how my room looked. I felt like if it looked the way it did at the mental hospital then I would feel better. I shrugged, putting clothes away along with my journal.
I went back downstairs and Delaney was in the kitchen.
"Oh shit when did you get back?" Delaney asked.
"A few minutes ago." I said.
"Okay. How was it?" She asked.
"Fine. I feel better." I asked.
"Okay. Good." She said.
I nodded as Dylan walked in the door.
"Oh shit hey Zoey!" Dylan said, giving me a hug.
"Hi." I said.
"How are you holding up?" He asked.
"Better." I said.
"Good. Delaney how are you?" He asked.
"What does it look like?" Delaney asked.
"And she is still mad at me. Okay." He said.
"I'm gonna go see Marcus." I said.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Dylan said.
"Why not?" I asked.
"I went in the house this morning and he was with Chanel. She was kinda like sitting on his lap while he played a video game in his room." He said.
"Oh." I said.
"If you want I can come with you." He said.
"Nah I got this." I said, grabbing Delaney's keys and driving over to Marcus's house.
I pulled in the driveway, going into Marcus's house.
I tried opening his door but it was locked.
"I'll be down in a minute Dylan." Marcus said.
"Dylans not here. I made sure he wouldn't come." I said.
"Zoey?" He asked.
"Yeah you fucking dick now open the door." I said.
Marcus opened the door. Chanel was sitting on his bed. In a fucking bra.
"I leave for 2 months and this is what happens?" I asked.
"You never talked to me. You were probably out cheating too Zoey." He said.
"I was in the mental hospital again Marcus. I fucked up okay?! I didn't wanna fucking tell you because I didn't want you to fucking worry about me but I know how valuable my feeling are to you now." I said.
I walked downstairs, going back to Delaney's car and going home.
I slammed the front door, going upstairs.
I didn't even think about drugs. I was more than proud of myself. Tasha had told me that working out would get stress off me, so that's exactly what I did. I got dressed into leggings and a tank top, going to the gym. It definitely took anger off of me.
I had been at the gym for about an hour, and then I got back home, going on a run around the block. Once I got back I walked inside. Marcus, Dylan, and Delaney were in the kitchen.
"Why the fuck did you lie to me?" Delaney asked.
"You're mad at me now?" I asked.
"You told me you were going to live with Tasha." She said.
"Yeah?" I said.
"You were at the mental hospital again." She said.
"No fucking shit." I said.
"What the fuck Zoey." She said.
"You don't get to be mad at me for something I did. I did it myself and I did the right thing or I would've fucking killed myself again. I didn't tell anyone because I didn't want all the worries and the sappy shit. I did this on my own." I said.
"You just can't stop can you?" She asked.
"Stop what?" I asked.
"BEGGING for attention." She said.
"I begged for attention? So you think that I tried ending my life because I wanted you to feel fucking sorry for me?" I said.
"I was the one who went through all that. Not you. You don't get to feel traumatized." She said.
"Fuck you Delaney. Congrats on being fucking pregnant." I said, going upstairs.
After all those years Delaney had told me all that shit after telling me that I was good.
I didn't fucking need that negative energy. I called Tasha.
"Hey what's up?" Tasha asked.
"Can I stay at your apartment for a bit? I'll explain everything once I get there." I said.
"Of course you can. There's a key underneath my mat. I'm still at work." She said.
"Okay." I said.
I hung up, grabbing my stuff and packing it.
I went downstairs.
"Where are you going? Back to the mental hospital?" Delaney asked.
"No. I'm done with that shit. I'm done thinking I don't belong here. Im going to stay with the only fucking person who was ever a good person to me, and I'm staying there until you fucking realize I don't want your fucking attention." I said, walking away.
I walked over to Tasha's apartment, it was only a minute walk. I got the key from under the mat and unlocked the door. She had told me there was an extra room so I went in there, waiting for her to get home.
I figured it was time I did this all on my own.
