Separated

Enough Is Enough

Chapter 8:

Marla's P.O.V

Asking her that question really made my blood boil. How could she do something like this behind my back? Even with my sister? I thought we were best friends, was I wrong?

She still wasn't saying anything, she just kept staring at me. I know she has stuff that she wants to get out of her chest, but I think she's afraid.

"Well? Are you gonna answer me Cassie?" I ask calmly.

"Yes Marla, I got addicted," Cassie responds.

"Are you going to rehab with my sister or not?"

"I guess," Cassie tried to get the words out of her head. "I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?" I asked. "Or is it that you won't?"

"I won't! These feelings I keep having with the vape, it helps."

"Help what? Please don't say it was because of me."

"I was just having lots of problems at school."

"Then why didn't you just go to therapy to help you."

Dr. Jen comes into my room, interrupting our conversation.

"Is everything alright ladies?"

"Yes, everything is all good," I responded.

"Good. Cassie, your mom is waiting for you."

"I'll see you later Marla."

None of this would've happened if I didn't even catch this stupid cancer. Now Cassie's has this vaping addiction and refusing rehab. What should I do?!

Cassie's P.O.V

"You understand I want you to never speak to those girls ever again right?"

"I know," I responded. "But please listen to me."

"Why don't you ever listen to me for once?! Cassie can you be home before midnight, Cassie can you not do drugs, Cassie can you not turn out to be your father?" Mom replies.

"Please don't take away my privileges from seeing Marla! She didn't do anything wrong, I fucked everything up," I beg my mom. "I'll get rid of the pills!"

"What about that vape? Will you get rid of it?"

"If it's worth seeing my best friend then yes."

We finally arrived home, I took the opioids that I was using and threw them away. It was difficult but I had to do it.

"Throw out the vape Cassie," Mom calls out.

"I'll do it upstairs."

    I ran upstairs holding the vape in my hands. I put the vape inside my backpack, making sure I keep it hidden. No fucking way I'm getting rid of something important to my mental health.

    "Everything is gone for good mom," I lied. "Enough is enough for me."

    "Sweetheart, one more thing I ask of you."

    "What is it mom?"

    "I've changed my mind about therapy, I need you to sign up," Mom replied. "Maybe having a doctor talk to you is the best way to have things situated. Cause when everyone tries to talk things out with you, you get really vicious towards people."

"When do I go?"

    "I'll start putting on in a few weeks, not yet."

    Marla's P.O.V