Medicated Dreams // Weston Koury // PART 2

Chapter 13: My Only Friend

Savanna POV:

I hopped in the yellow taxi throwing my stuff on the seat. The man greeted me and said, "Your father told me where to go. I am already paid." I smiled and said, "Thanks!" I went on my phone and clicked on Twitter. I had 200K followers thanks to Weston. I really didn't care about the fame. I saw Weston tweeted:

How can I lose something that held my life together? I can't even move.

I slowly let out a tear at what it read. Weston never tweeted anything serious. I decided to tweet out:

I lost something I will never get back. Ever. Life isn't even worth living......

Hundreds of comments and retweets happened in seconds all talking about Weston and I. I went on to Instagram and scrolled through my old pictures. All of Weston and I. Smiling, hugging, kissing, cuddling....... I couldn't bear to look at it without sobbing. I lastly went on Snapchat and saw hundreds of snap chats from people I don't know. Probably about Weston. I then noticed one from Jacob so I clicked it. It was a picture of Weston looking at his phone. They were at the hotel. It said

What happened between you two? L

I took a picture of my shoes and said:

Shit. Shit happened...

I sent it to Jacob and turned off my phone. I looked out the small, car window and leaned my head up against my arm. It was lightly raining as raindrops splashed on the window trickling down the side. Tears began to roll down my cheeks without me even realizing. The taxi driver must have noticed because he said, "We're here sweetheart. Are you alright?" I looked up and saw my house. My dad's car was in the driver as a small smile appeared on my face. I grabbed my stuffed and said, "I'm fine. Thankyou." He nodded while I grabbed my last bag closing the door. I walked up to my door and slowly opened it. It was pitch black. "Dad?" I heard a voice coming from the living room. I grabbed a vase which was the closest object I could find for protection and began to walk in. I saw candles circling the living room and noises coming from the couch. A small giggled escaped a voice and echoed around the room as I looked over to find my dad and some woman laying on each other on the couch. "DAD!" I shrieked with all my voice. They both jerked up standing from the couch. "Sweetheart! You're-you're back," he said coming in for a hug. I pushed him away and yelled, "Who the hell is she?!" She was small, blonde, and looked like a hooker. My dad scratched his head and stuttered, "Uh-she's a friend. From work." My eyes glared at him as they made their way over to her. I crossed my arms and looked her up and down. "What, so when I leave, you call this hooker? Have you already moved on from mom?!" I screamed tears rolling down my cheeks. She gasped and my dad shouted, "Savanna! That's enough!" I walked up to her and screamed her face, "Go to hell you ugly bitch!" I ran upstairs and slammed my door as hard as I could falling onto my bed. Everything sucked. The only person I really care for is gone, my dad has already forgotten about mom, and I felt depressed. I went on my phone waiting for my dad to open my door and beg me for forgivness. But instead, I heard the front door slam shut. I got up and looked out the window watching my dad and the hooker getting in his car and driving away. Wow. Guess he doesn't care about me. No one cares about me. I felt like cutting but instead I went on twitter and saw Weston's new tweet:

I miss her so much.

He put 20 crying faces. I began to tear up as I angrily tweeted:

No one cares about me. It's all lies. Love is a lie. Happiness is a lie. Nothing will last. Ily all <3