Save Me From Myself

Chapter 7

💙TREVOR'S POV💙

I took a deep breath, and closed my eyes. "Lyzah, I have something to tell you." I said, a little hesitant. Here goes nothing.

"What is it Trevor? What's wrong?" Lyzah asks worriedly. I opened my eyes, and her pink hair was covering one side of her face, covering her eye.

I took another deep breath, and began. "Lyzah, do you remember the night of your eleventh birthday?" I ask her.

Lyzah was a bit hesitant, but answered my question.

"Yeah, how could I forget?" She answers.

"And do you remember how your mother told you how your... father died?" I ask again, hesitant on the topic. I hate doing this to her, but she needs to know.

"Yeah, he died in a work accident about a couple months after the... incident." She says hesitantly.

I paused, debating on whether or not I should tell her. It's too late now, I have to tell her. I said to myself. There's no turning back. I took another deep breathe, and closed my eyes.

"She lied." I whispered, my voice barely audible. I kept my eyes closed, I didn't want to see her reaction just yet. It would've crushed me. I hate making her upset. I hate making her cry.

I hope she doesn't hate me.

💟LYZAH'S POV💟

"She lied." he whispered.

Those words repeated and echoed over and over again in my head.

She lied to me. She's been lying to me my whole life! How could she lie to me? I know I was only eleven, but I'm not eleven anymore! She could've told me whenever she wanted, at any time. But she didn't.

I don't know who to trust anymore.

💙TREVOR'S POV💙

Lyzah was now pacing back and forth, shaking her head and mumbling to herself. She'd occasionally yell something, or punch the wall. She's angry. I hate seeing her this way also. She's been through enough already. I just watched her from the bed, my eyes following her.

She let out a scream, then ran out the bedroom door. I followed after her, but gave her a respectful distance. She ran in the kitchen, and grabbed a can of coke from the fridge, a bottle of vodka and a red solo cup from the pantry, then went outside and set her stuff down. Then she came back in, and went to her purse in the table by the front door, not paying attention to me. I'm pretty sure she knew I was there, but I don't think she cared.

She came back into the kitchen with something in her hand, and stuffing another thing in her bra. Then she went into the fridge again, and pulled out three bottles of beer, placing them in between her fingers like bartenders do. She closed the fridge, and just stood there, her back to me. Then she turned around, and looked me dead in the eyes. I tensed, and she looked away, rummaging through the drawers and cabinets, probably looking for the bottle opener.

I breathed in, about to say something, and she froze. I didn't say anything, but she just stopped. I looked at her, still in the doorway of the kitchen. She looked at me, and grabbed a beer bottle. Then she tossed it at me. I caught it, and looked at her. She found the bottle opener, looked at me, and grabbed the rest of the beer.

She went outside again, and stopped in the doorway. Then she looked down at the ground, her hair covering her face.

"Would you like to come join me?" She asked. She sounded disappointed, upset, and exhausted.

I didn't answer, I just followed her outside. I sat down on the chair swing, and patted the spot next to me. She sat up against the arm of the chair, and laid her legs over my lap.

She reached over to the table, and grabbed the coke and the red solo cup. After she poured the coke in the cup, she opened the Grey Goose vodka and poured it into the cup with the coke. She held the bottle high while she poured it. The moonlight shone through the bottle, and shone through the liquor.

I looked at her a little confused, I've never heard of the coke and vodka combination. It doesn't sound good.

"Just try it, it tastes better than it sounds." She says, handing me her drink.

I take a sip of it, and it tastes pretty good. I hate to admit it, but it's true.

"Would you like some?" She asks.

I nod and she makes another coke and vodka combination. She holds the bottle high while she pours, the moonlight hitting it again. She hands me my drink, and I give hers back.

"To us." I say, holding up my drink.

"To us." she agrees, and we tap our drinks together, then take a huge swig.

The alcohol burns my throat, but I ignore it, I've drank before. This shouldn't be a problem.

"Oh, I almost forgot." Lyzah says, trying to get something out of her hair, which was in a high ponytail. She finally got it out, and held it up with a smile. It was a blunt.

Then she reached in her shirt and pulled out a lighter. She smiled again and put the blunt in her mouth. She lit it with the lighter and took a hit. She tilted her head back and exhaled, a puff of smoke escaping her lips.

"Ooh, watch this!" She said, excitedly.

Lyzah sat up more and positioned herself with her legs crossed in front of her. She inhaled, and held her finger up, signaling me to wait. Then she exhaled, a perfect "O" exited her mouth, and evaporated into thin air.

"Sweet. My turn." I said, holding my hand out, waiting for her to pass it over.

She handed it over reluctantly, and I inhaled. As I exhaled, it formed a heart, then it also disappeared.

"Woah!" she said excitedly. "How did you do that?!" she added.

"I honestly have no idea, just something I picked up over the years, I guess. I'd show you if I knew how I did it, but I honestly don't know." I said, truthfully. She looked a little disappointed, but got over it when she took another swig from her drink.

"Dang it. It's empty.. Casper! Stay out of my drink!!" She said, just an octave or so above her normal volume.

I laughed, not hysterically like last time, but still laughed. Man, I love this girl. I don't know what I'd do without her. I thought to myself.

Before I could say anything, she took the vodka, and drank it from the bottle. She needed this, after everything that's been going on, she deserved a little time to be a normal, rebellious teenage girl. After she finished about half the bottle in one swig, she set it down.

We sat in silence, sipping on our drinks, and taking turns passing the drug around. Once the blunt was gone, and the Grey Goose was empty, we walked inside, putting the untouched beer back in the fridge. Lyzah seemed a bit tipsy, so I picked her up bridal-style, and went to our room. I once again laid her on her side of the bed, and took off my shirt before climbing into my side of the bed, and cuddling next to Lyzah, who was already asleep. I reached over to kiss her cheek, and she snuggled into me more, if that was physically possible. I tightened her ponytail a little bit, and moved her hair out of the way. I kissed her shoulder, her neck, and the spaces behind and right below her right ear. Then I closed my eyes, and fell asleep.

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Sorry for the short Lyzah POV, just thought I'd add something of hers in there. But don't worry, you'll be hearing more of her in the next chapter.

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