Is This The End?

CH 23 Shane isn't who we thought.....

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{Angela's POV}

Great, getting punched in the nose yet again, a few days apart from Andrea already hitting me the face. Shane, from a few weeks back, that had left a scar on my nose, Andrea from the other day between our beef that we had going on, and now Carol had hit me.

As Hershel was checking out my nose to see if it was rebroken, once again, I had remembered the time that Nicole had hit me when I was twelve years old, from Asher explaining to her about my drug-use and how he had caught me. That wasn't a pretty sight to be around, and I'm so glad the children were upstairs and asleep during that time.

Asher was pissed but Nicole was even worse. I still remember that day like it happened yesterday. Thirteen-year-old me, never expected a sixteen-year-old to ever hit a minor. I was proven wrong, and so was Asher. But Asher understood her anger, I didn't back then.

Now, as a mother, I do, and I wish I had given Asher everything he had deserved. My trust, my love, and I was wrong for taking advantage of our friendship, our trust, and his love that not only he had given me, but what Nicole had given me.

Background of Asher, Nicole, and Angela all arguing due to Angela's use. TW/ drug use, rehab...}

{Asher's POV}

I realized where I had fucked up, realizing that not only was this chick so young, but she was also my friend, and my best friend's little sister. I was good friends with Javier. I should help this chick out, I groan, slip my shoes onto my feet, running to the TV stand, grabbing my keys along with the baby monitor that I had by the kitchen table. Who knows where Angela had gone? She couldn't have gone far; our city was small. She literally let my house about two seconds ago. I walk out of my house, getting into my car quickly, starting it up. I wasn't that worried. Most likely, she probably made it home by now.

Pulling out of my driveway and driving onto the road, I start looking around for her. I couldn't just give up on this girl. She was so young and had so much time to go. Why would she waste it? Why is she doing this to herself? Why would she do it here? Just why? Where would a twelve-year-old get drugs like this???

HOW?! I ask those questions to myself as I'm driving down the road looking for her. I finally see a short chick, walking down the road with her hood up and her head down. It was definitely Angela. I pull the car on the side of the road, putting it in park, getting out of it, walking up to her. "Ang, I'm stop. I'm sorry... come here..." I open my arms up to her, she needed me. She needed my comfort, my support. And she was going to get it.

Angela stops dead in her tracks, looking up at me. She takes off her hood, her eyes swell up with tears, as she looked at me. She quickly pulled me into a big hug, starting to cry. All I can do right now, is hug her, and let her cry. She needed to get it all out, Javier was going to be pissed at her. I already knew it, and so did she. "I'm so sorry, Ash." I hear her say in a muffled cry.

"No, don't be." I tell her. "I was wrong for kicking you out of my house, that was just my first gut reaction, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me?" I feel Angela's head nod in my arms. "I forgive you." She tells me.