Save Me from Myself

Chapter 77

Layla's POV

Is it possible to hate something more than the death of a friend? Yes. Telling their families that they're dead.

Cali would've killed me. She would've said something along the lines of, "My mom doesn't care about me, there's absolutely no reason for her to know that I'm gone. She doesn't want to know, and she wouldn't WANT to know." But I had to tell her. I would want to know if I had children that both of them are dead, wouldn't you?

However, going to a prison to tell a psychotic bitch that her kids are dead isn't my idea of good fun. I'M a psychotic bitch. But that woman? That's a whole different level of psychotic bitch.

"Layla. Where are you going now?" Joey asked after I asked the receptionist if I could leave with am escort.

"I'm going to see Cali's mom."

His eyes widened, "No way. You're not actually going to let her do this, are you??" He asked the receptionist.

She rolled her eyes at him, "She has an escort and she is allowed to leave once every six months. This is her first time asking, so she's going."

He shook his head, "A prison? Really? Do you really think that's the best place for someone with schizophrenia?"

I glared at him, "Don't bring my illness into this Joey. I'm leaving."

He sighed, "But shouldn't Esme go?"

"Nope. She wanted nothing to do with this." I answered.

He looked at me like I had just punched him, "You asked her but not me? Why would you do that?"

I looked down at my feet and sighed, "Joey, I know you're not allowed to leave. I didn't want to upset you."

He nodded, "Yeah. I'm sorry, I get it. I'll see you when you get back."

"See you later." I said as I walked through the door.

Why would you leave him Layla?
You're never going to see him again.
He doesn't want to see you. You left him.

Oh shut up. I don't need your comments today.

Cali's dead. Nothing you can do can change that.

I know. What does that have to do with Joey? Whatever. Go away.

Oh Layla. You're so empty, we can hardly stand it.

You can hardly stand it? Bitch, try being me. Now go away. I don't need your shit right now.

"Miss, are you coming?" My escort asked.

I sighed and nodded, "Yeah, sorry. I'm coming." I answered, getting into the car.

"Can I ask you a question, miss?" He asked, sitting next to me.

"Sure. Just don't call me miss, it's way too formal. I'm Layla."

He grimaced a little, uncomfortably, "Well... I have two questions. Why are you in the asylum? I'm so curious."

Oh gosh. Normal people are so weird, they always ask the same questions. Why can't they just ask me how my day is going?

"Basically, I'm a schizophrenic and a danger for everyone around me. Next question." I said, laying my head back on the headrest.

"Okay.. Why exactly are we going to a prison, of all places?" He asked, curiously.

"Because, I have to tell a psycho that her youngest daughter was shot to death and her older daughter killed herself." What can I say, I'm not good at sugarcoating anything.

He didn't talk to me for the rest of the ride. Oops.

When we went into the prison, I told the guard who I wanted to see and then they led me to a row of windows  separated by little wood aisles. Cali's mom was on the other side.

I say down and put the phone to my ear.

"Who the fuck are you?" She grumbled.

Wow. What a gracious woman. It took all of my strength to not flip her off right then and there.

"I'm Layla. Cali and I are friends." Well, we were anyways.

She groaned, "What did Calliope do this time? Get into another fight? Rip herself to shreds, yet again? That idiotic fuck up. She was never worth my precious time."

Shit.

"She's dead, you arrogant prick. So is Addison. YOU DIDN'T DESERVE THEM. You weren't worth THEIR time.  How dare you talk about your children like that, you're a horrible excuse for a mother. If I was stuck with a mess like you, I would've killed myself too." I yelled. I couldn't stop, I just kept on talking. "They deserved so much better. You know, if you weren't so awful and disgraceful, both of your children would be alive and well. But they're not."

She sighed a little, "How did they die?"

Okay, so she does care. I knew it. "Addison was shot to death, and Cali killed herself because of it."

She shook her head, "Those idiots. Gone and gotten themselves killed, just like Jordan."

"Jordan? Who's Jordan?" I asked, arching my eyebrows a little.

She looked a little confused, "You're friends with Calliope and you don't know who Jordan is?"

I shook my head. I couldn't remember Cali mentioning a Jordan.

She took a deep breath, "Jordan was Calliope and Addison's older brother. He was basically her best friend for the first 7 or 8 years of her life. They were practically inseparable. Then, they were all playing in a river one day and Calliope got caught in the rapids. Such a fucking idiot. Jordan got Addison out of the water and then went after Calliope. She got out of the water by some miracle, but she didn't realize that Jordan was there until it was too late. Jordan had gotten stuck in the rapids as well, but he couldn't get out. He hit his head on a rock and drowned. We found his body a week later. He died because Calliope decided to be stupid and get caught in the rapids."

Oh my god. She never told me any of that. That must be why her mom hates her, because she supposedly killed her brother.

I couldn't stop thinking about Jordan, so I decided I should just leave, "Well, Mrs. Haile, you're an awful human being and I hope to never see you again. I just thought you should know that your children are dead." I said, getting up from my chair.

"Wait!" She exclaimed.

"What is it?"

"Is.. is..." she stuttered, "Is there going to be a funeral?"

I nodded, "Yes. Of course."

"Am I invited?" She mumbled uncomfortably. "They're my kids."

I rolled my eyes, "So now you care about them? You're about 6 years late." I took a deep breath, "Yeah. You're invited. But don't cause a scene. You ruined Cali and Addison's lives when they were living, I won't let you ruin their funeral too." I said, mercilessly. I admit, I felt bad, but she deserved it.

"Layla, is it? Thank you for telling me." She whispered quietly.

I nodded, "Of course." And I walked away.

And I could swear when I looked back behind me, I saw her wipe a tear from her eyes.

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Hey guys, I've been SO SO busy lately but luckily I finally got this chapter finished. I hope it's not bad. Thank you for reading :) I really appreciate it

❤❤Christal