This was not our plan.

ch 21: 'kenin❤️'

I halfheartedly walked myself out of Fionas room. We spent the entire day together, I made her promise to stop doing coke and told her that she'd no longer have a phone until I get the whole Kenin situation under control.

She understood, which is surprising and alarming because I know how much that girl loves her phone.

My stomach wouldn't stop churning all day and it only seemed to get worse now that I was alone. Kenin has been talking to and 'dating' my 16 year old sister.

Kenin, the same man who borderline assaulted me in my office a few days ago. I begged Fiona to let me know if he had done anything — physically that is — and she insisted that they hadn't.

But Fiona wouldn't tell me how they met or got involved and that is bugging me. I don't understand why she won't tell me. Although, now I have her phone and could read their texts — but I was afraid I'd vomit if I did.

What're my next moves? What do I do?

I walked into my kitchen, grabbing the first bottle I could reach from the cabinet that usually contains my alcohol. The darkness in my kitchen didn't allow for me to know what I had picked, until I reached my room.

Vodka.

I unscrewed the cap, taking a swig straight from the bottle which was uncharacteristic of me. People who do shit like this always earned some sort of judgement from me.

'Addict' was the first thing I always thought of people who drink their liquor straight from the bottle.

But it seems my entire life has been uncharacteristic.

Sitting on my bed against my headboard I placed Fionas phone down on the nightstand next to me.

The vodka burned my throat as I took and swallowed a second swig of the liquid, making my eyes water slightly. I turned on south park to clear my mind, but it was unsuccessful as my mind began to run through my todo list for the day.

Book a therapy appointment for Fiona, check.

Request 2 days off work, check.

The doorbell rang.

Text Cleo back, shit. I forgot.

I sighed, and put the bottle down. Dragging myself out of bed and quietly walking to the door, opening it to the sight of Cleo.

Her brown eyes glimmered slightly as she looked at me, a small smile on her face. She was holding a few roses and a brown bag — which I could smell was some type of food. Cleo's raven hair was down and slightly disheveled, but I always thought her messy hair was perfect.

I smiled silently and moved aside allowing her admission into my home. She walked in and slipped off her shoes.

Cleo's POV

"Fiona just went to sleep." Fallon mumbled, hugging her arms as goosebumps rose on her skin. She seemed okay, I think. My anxiety has been horrible the entire day. She hadn't responded to my text but I just assumed she was busy.

"How is she? Did you get a chance to talk to her about.. you know." I questioned, earning a simple shrug from Fallon. My stomach churned and suddenly, I lost my appetite.

Part of me is still fearful that Fallon will turn me in.

I know showing up unannounced might not have been the smartest, but she doesn't seem too upset about it. She seemed more okay than I expected to find her.

Meanwhile, I'd spent my day a nervous wreck.

Like an idiot, I realized I was still holding the flowers I'd brought her as well as Chinese takeout I hoped she'd eat.