Save Me from Myself

Chapter 68

Esme's POV

Joey refuses to speak to me. He won't even look at me. Cali hasn't contacted me in a while, she's too busy with her sister. And Layla? She's never consistent. Sometimes she's nice, sometimes she's a bitch. It annoys the shit out of me, why are my friends being so odd??

I sighed and got up. You know what? Fuck it, I'm gonna go talk to Joey. I know he's ashamed of me because of my drug problem, but I'm getting better. I need him, and we both know it. I need Cali too, but she has some things to work out.

I knocked on Joey's door, and I heard a loud groan, "Layla if that's you, you better not have another fucking lamp or I swear to God---" then he opened the door, "Oh. What do you want?" He said grumpily.

"I want you to talk to me." I answered, looking at him sadly.

He rolled his eyes, "You know what I want? I want the old Esme back. The one with an attitude almost the size of Cali's. The smart, helpful one. The one that helped pull one of my best friends out of a never ending hole. The one that didn't look at Layla with disgust, and don't you dare deny it. The one that changed all of us. Not whatever this new Esme is. An addict. A whore. A complete and total bitch. You're acting like a popular bitch at a school that was pushed into the outcast group. That's NOT the girl I know." He exclaimed, his face started turning red with rage.

Wow.. Not what I expected. "Excuse me? Don't talk to me like that. I don't want to fight with you, but you're wrong. I'm not a popular girl in the group of outcasts, I am an outcast. I'm as fucked up as everyone else here. I'm sorry that I got raped and became an addict, really, I am, because I don't want to be here. I would love to go back to my regular life, but I can't. So until I do, tell me what the fuck happened and why you're suddenly the president of the anti-Esme club? And don't you dare use your bipolar against me, I know you." I said, crossing my arms.

"Fuck off. You don't know me." He grumbled.

"Then tell me." I insisted. I'm a stubborn bitch, and that's not changing anytime soon.

"You know what? Fine. You guys never asked me about myself, you're all too busy with your girl drama. Add that to the list of why I'm gay. Girls are fucking dramatic." He mumbled, "My dad was an idiot and an addict. Such a bad addict. My mom left my dad, my brother and I when I was 10 because of my sister's death. Yes I have a brother, Sam, and he was 14. Yes, I had a sister, Kaia, and she was 7. And my mom was my favorite person in the entire world. Anyways, my dad was nothing without my mom, he was even more addicted to drugs and alchohol. All that shit.  He wasn't my dad after that, he was a sore loser that took credit for me. I was a good kid. A great kid. I had straight A's, I was the best soccer player in the town, and I was kind. Then my dad was driving a truck while drunk, and he killed some guy. My family was the shame of the town after that. Then, some douche decided to talk shit on my mom. You don't do that. Ever. I beat him up so bad he was stuck in a hospital for 3 months. Then it happened again. And again. And again. Everyone wanted to the and fight the town freak. They all lost. After that, my dad got me checked. I had OCD and Bipolar, and my dad wanted to get rid of me. He said I was a danger to everyone, got my older brother to agree with him, and the social workers gave me a warning. Then some fucker talked about something he shouldn't have spoken about and told the entire school, but he changed it up a bit. My younger sister, Kaia, had died in the rapids of a river, because of my fuck up of a dad, and that's why my mom left. Kaia was my best friend. When she died, so did I. The fucker told everyone that I killed her. My little sister. I almost killed him. Almost. He might have some conditions that'll never go away because of me. Anyways, then they sent me here. They played the mental illness card so I didn't have to go to Juvie. That's why I'm here."

Then, he glared at me, "Don't ever assume you know me. You don't know shit." He growled.

"I'm so sorry..  And I think I know why you don't like me now." I whispered, trying to put all my thoughts together. I can't believe he never told me that...

"Oh really? Why?" He asked.

"Your dad was an addict, and you said Kaia died because of him. You think I'm gonna be that kind of parent." I mumbled. Poor Joey. I wish he had told me.

"Bingo." He answered, sighing.

I hugged him tightly, "I swear I won't."

He glared at me, "You better not. I'm not letting another kid go through what I did. Now go, I'm done talking for today.." His voice broke a little, and I got the message.

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I'm not supposed to be writing right now, so excuse all grammar errors ! Sorry it took so long to write this, it was a complicated chapter. Hope you enjoyed it!
♡♡Christal