How To Stay Afloat (BxB)

Chapter 101: Paranoia or just realistic precautions

I hold the knife in front of my body, waiting. The door flies open and I scream in fear of Noah.

But it's not him.

Caleb stands in my door, looking at me wide eyed, also screaming. He instantly steps back, holding out his hand to hold back Carla as well.

All three of us let out horrified screams.

Noah watched them enter the house. He must be close. He's watching me.

"What the fuck, Sammy?" Caleb asks me, his eyes wide open. "Again?"

He walks in and tries to grab my arm. "Damn, put the knife down!"

"Noah is somewhere near." I say and run to the window, glancing out. Where is that asshole? He has to be somewhere close. Somewhere he can watch my every move.

He's playing mind games on me. I quickly wipe the tears away.

"Hey." Caleb shouts and I turn around to look at him. "Lay the knife down, alright?"

I look down at my hand. I may look like I'm crazy right now. "Uh. Yeah." I say and lay it down on the windowsill.

Caleb walks over and grabs my arm, yanking me away from my window. "What the hell? Have you lost your damn mind?" He asks me. "What did you take that makes you so paranoid? Coke?"

"I'm not paranoid." I say. "I- Noah just called me and-"

I stop talking when I spot Carla picking up the syringe filled with meth.

I'm completely fucked.

"What's that?" Carla asks me shocked.

Caleb turns to her and grabs it and then looks at me and then at my arm. I still have marks from the bandaids and a small forming bruise where the injection was.

He shakes his head. "Oh hell no. No, no, no." He says. "No, please tell me this isn't what I think it is."

"It isn't." I tell him quickly. "I-"

Caleb interrupts me before I can come up with any excuses.

"You're not ill, right?" He asks me, looking at me wide eyed. "How long have you been doing that?"

"I- These aren't drugs, okay?" I lie.

Caleb walks over and grabs my arm harshly, inspecting it.

"What the hell, Sammy?"

I look down to the ground. There's no way I can talk my way out of it. Maybe it is good like that after all. I will be sent away. Far away from Noah.

I don't wanna be away, but I also don't wanna be anywhere near Noah. I don't know anymore.

"Are you freaking serious?" He yells in my ear, making me flinch.

"I'm sorry." I mutter.

"You're sorry?" He shouts angrily and holds the syringe in front of my face. "For what? Sorry for getting caught?"

"I've never done that before. I swear." I tell him. "I just wanted to-"

"To what? To go down the same road as Jared?" He asks, his voice harsh and angry.

I whimper as his grip on my arm becomes harder.

"Are you fucking stupid?" He asks me, stepping forward.

I take a step back. "Yeah, sorry."

I glance at Carla. She has tears in her eyes as she watches us, not daring to move a single muscle.