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Bad News

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Chapter 11: Bad News

Reese's POV

"What is this?" My mom held up the bag. I shrugged.

"So you don't know what this is. You have no idea." She shook it for emphasis. I shrugged again.

"Do you know what this stuff does to your body? ¿Por que eres tan estúpido? ¿Quieres morir?"

"It's not even mine." I said.

"So you hang out with people who take this stuff. You might as well be the user."

"So what if I die? It's not like I'll be missed." I snapped.

"Don't even start," She warned. "I know his death has been hard on you but cocaine? Cocaine is not the answer."

"Yeah it seems like his death has only been hard on me," I snatched the bag from her hand. "Don't worry mamá," I said sweetly. "I only tried it once. The high didn't last very long."

Her palm connected with my cheek and pain exploded cross my face.

"What happened to my niñito?" She asked tears shining in her eyes.

"He died." I said flatly.

"I've let you act out long enough. You got tattooed without my permission, you stay out late sometimes not coming home until the next day doing God knows what, you have sex with countless amount of girls throwing them away like used tissue, and now I find out your smoking marijuana and taking drugs? You're grounded."

"I'm shaking." I held up my hands.

"I won't let you do this to yourself. You're going back to your therapist."

"You can't make me!" I stood up outraged.

"Yes I can. And if you don't you'll have your father to deal with. You know he'll ship you off to live with your abuela in a heartbeat. Your lucky I haven't told him any of this."

I clenched my fists.

She checked her watch. "You have work in an hour. Get ready." She left my room.

"Just pretend it all away!" I yelled after her. "Because you're real good at that!"

I took deep breaths but it wasn't working. I knew she was still pissed about me getting arrested that night. Also the fact that I was suspected for gang activity which was not at all true. Could I really blame her though? I hadn't given her any reason to trust me.

Lately the weed, the girls, nothing had been working. The hole in my heart that I worked so hard to cover up was finally unraveling. When had it started? When had I started to let myself slip back into my oblivion? I was in pain and I wanted it to all stop.

There were only two reasons I woke up every morning and both were gone.

Rarely did I ever let myself think about the second one because then I got this really tight feeling in my chest, and my eyes would sting, and a lump would form in my throat. And I hated that feeling because it was for pussies. I didn't deserve happiness. So I wouldn't let myself have it.

Like a robot I put on my clothes and trudged downstairs. The kitchen and living room were empty meaning mom was waiting in the car so I locked the door behind me. The drive was silent and filled with tension. After getting dropped off she sped away and I glared after her.

"Hey,"!It was Marcus. He was leaning against the side of the building smoking a cigarette. "Everything ok?"

"Found my coke stash. I'm grounded. She's making me go back to my therapist." I didn't even bother saying hi back.