Absolution

16- Project X

Callie POV

i slammed the door behind me and finally snapped. i broke down, crying and throwing shit. kicking the drawers that sit next to the door, breaking the wood and leaving splinters all over the hardwood floor, glass from the vase that rest upon it.

i cut my leg pretty bad, but i didn't care. i was so angry and upset i didn't feel anything. i didn't feel much of anything anymore in general.

i didn't want anyone to know about marcus.

i think he knows what happened, the way he looks at me like a puppy. like a lost victim that needs him to save me.

well i can take care of my fucking self.

i needed to get some more of those pills. whatever was in them made me forget. let me be happy for a little while

problem being, i needed money

my dad left me $200 for things i needed whilst we was away, but i'd rather save that

i opened my dads bedroom door. i don't think i'd actually been in his room since we moved here. it was so bland.

the same white walls, a small bed frame, a chest of drawers and a walk in closet. that was it.

for the little amount of time he'd spend here, it would make more sense for me to have the master bedroom.

i knew my dad kept money hidden in a box. it was a box mum made for him for one of their anniversaries. he always keeps a couple hundred in there.

though i didn't know where he kept it in this new room, i knew he would still have it. he always has

i flipped the room, searching everywhere, eventually finding it tucked away behind the sink cabinet in his bathroom.

when i opened it, i found not $200 like i was expecting, but $2500.

fuck.

i took $500, stashing the rest back before making my way back to the same spot where i saw the dealer yesterday

he wasn't there, so i decided to sit and wait. hours. and hours.

it was dark by the time he arrived, walking over to me with a big grin

"that's adorable" he laughed "i feel like i should give you the pills for free for your dedication"

i wasn't in the mood for jokes anymore. i'd had too much time to sit here and think about marcus, and brady, to joke with him

"what's your name" he smiled at me

"callie" i reluctantly replied. is there an interview before im aloud to buy drugs?

"i'm lev" he smiled, sitting next to me pulling out a joint, offering me it. i happily accepted, inhaling the smoke with glee

"how much you want?" he asked me, sorting the pills in the little bags

"i don't know, enough to last?" i wasn't sure how this worked, id never actually bought drugs in my life.

"enough to last what?" he looked at me conflicted

"i don't know, the week?"

he looked away from me, and across the road, towards the empty park. he seemed like he was contemplating what to say next

"callie, these are supposed to be used for fun, not as anti depressants"

"okay, well," why did he even care. "do you want your money or not?"

he handed me a bag of pills, asking for $100.

"i just don't wanna be responsible for someone killing themself" was all he said as he walked away.