Late (p.w)

twenty seven - teddy bears & xanax

"stop." i spit.

"stop what?" he asks me calmly.

"stop lying to me." i beg.

"whitnee i'm not lying, i wish i was." he says.

"why are you being so cruel to me?" i ponder.

"whitnee i'm sorry." he apologizes. "but i'm not lying to you, i don't know how i can convince you."

"why can't you just blame yourself? why do you have to put my own mom into this?" i cry, "how is this all happening to me, i can't believe there's dead bodies in the cafe right now." i mumble to myself.

"i wasn't trying to bring your mom into this whitnee, i didn't want you to know this." he continues.

"your mom is a nurse right?" dylan groans.

"yeah, but i probably mentioned that before, or she did." i frown.

"you didn't tell us she worked at the psychiatric ward. she works the medicine cabinet there right?" dylan assumes.

i don't even know how he knows this, i certain that i never mentioned what floor she works on, and i'm especially sure i didn't tell them about what she does, because dylan telling me what she's in charge of brought the memory forward to my head.

"whitnee stop trying to debunk this, it's hard to prove that she was really a dealer, but think about it. the medicine they give to people with depression, a.d.d, o.c.d, anxiety, and whatever the hell mental disease you can think of are abused all the time." he explains.

"stop." i say quietly.

"i heard not everyone has access to the medicine cabinet, her job is to manage it." he states.

"is this all true? is she really a drug dealer?" i ask towards harry.

"i know this isn't an excuse for what i did." he disclaims.

"what made you stop them from killing my family?" i ask.

"it's weird, you were like fifteen back then and i was your age now." he smiles a little, "i just thought there was no reason to ruin a strong family connection like what you and your father had."

"well he's gone because of you." i say bluntly.

"i know whitnee." he says quietly.

"i still have a bullet in my chest for fuck sakes." dylan cries. harry immediately steps harder on the gas and moves significantly faster. 

once we reach the hospital harry gets out of the car and calls zayn to help assist with dylan.

as the both get a hold of him they begin leading him towards the door. before they enter, zayn stops his tracks and glares at harry.

"what?" harry asks restlessly.

"what are we going to say?" zayn worries.

dylan looks over to harry and harry looks just as clueless as the rest. there was a major shoot happening with three dead guys. how are they suppose to cover that up?

"just say we got caught in the shooting, like we weren't apart of it and we just got caught up at the wrong time." i advise.

harry looks at me impressingly along with dylan and zayn. i don't know why it's anything to be impressed by, anyone could've thought of that, or maybe with all which is going on they couldn't produce any good ideas.

"i was going to say that he tried to kill himself." harry admits.

yeah, they definitely couldn't come up with any good ideas at the moment.