Nothing But A Lie

Chapter 5

Cali's POV

I can't breathe. My airway is blocked by rough hands around my neck, urging me to stop what I'm doing. The face in front of me is barely recognizable with my blurred vision.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" The voice screeches to me, sounding more like a woman. I try to wriggle my way out from their grip but it's so tight. I blink a few times before the face becomes noticeable to me.

The familiar brown hair lightly tinted with grey, the blue eyes that used to once be warm to me, and the way her lower bite stuck out more when she yelled at me. "Mom-" I try to croak out words but she presses harder into my throat.

"I thought I raised you better than this you little bitch!" There's a fire burning within her eyes, one that I've never seen before. Tears start to well up in my eyes but I blink them away, not wanting to seem weak and make the situation worse. Finally she releases me from her grip and slaps my cheek, causing me to fall to the floor.

My conscious snaps back and when I wake I find myself holding my cheek, as if my nightmare was real life. The surface is soft when I wake, not like the hard ground I'm usually sleeping on and I start to regain my memory from last night. After I gave the drugs to Derek, the rest of the night is almost all a blur. Trevor found me in the kitchen of Carter's house and carried me out.

Trevor.

I look around the room recognizing the old sports posters, the bean bag chair I'd always sit on and clothes sprawled around the floor. To my surprise, Trev is lying on the floor, his chest rising and falling calmly. I almost smile at how peaceful he looks but then I remember that he brought me here when I told him not to. My head is pounding and I feel around for my bag.

Fuck, my bag must still be at Carter's.

I groan louder than I expected and hear Trevor start to stir in his sleep. He moans, sitting up off the floor and stretches out his back. His dark brown hair is tousled in all directions and I spot a bit of dried drool on the corner of his mouth. "You got something on your face loser." He has a confused look on his face when he looks over at me, probably forgetting that I was even here in the first place. His fault.

He says nothing but heads straight to the washroom, as I hear the water start to run. I think about using his bathroom but remember that he didn't pick up my bag last night and only took me with him.

What if Carter looks in my bag?

There's a sudden worry that hits me and I jump out of bed, having to slow down a bit from my pounding headache. I start to rummage through Trevor's room, frantically searching for his phone to call Carter. Today is Saturday and I can't wait until Monday to get my bag back.

"What might you be looking for slacker." I jump at the deep voice, still sounding like he just got up. His hair and body are dripping wet and he's only wearing a pair of jeans he probably wore the day before. For some reason I'm finding it hard to speak, but I force myself to let the words flow out smoothly. "Just my shoes. God knows where you put them last night."

He crosses his arms, his tattoo clearly visible and nods his head toward the pair of converse lying right beside the bed. I roll my eyes, "Ah yes, it must be the hangover not thinking."

I pull on my shoes, hating the feeling of Trevor's concentrated gaze on me. He's really good at studying people which surprises me that he hasn't figured out the other part of me. "I'm going to head out." I start to walk out of his room but his broad body blocks me. He looks down at me and I smirk up at him. "Oh are you expecting a 'thank you'?" I pause for a minute expecting him to say something but his lips are sealed. "Well you're not getting one. I told you not to take me here."