Last Stop

Chapter 2: Drinks, Fries And Getting High

3 hours.

I sat on the floor for 3 hours using all the energy I had left to cry. My dad came up and hour ago offering me dinner but I just ignored him, and when he got the picture that I didn’t want to talk about it he left me alone with my thoughts. In all honesty I was grateful, I didn’t want to shed more tears because in reality I had no more to shed.

After about 15 minutes of sitting there staring into nothingness, I decided to clean myself up and head over to Madi’s house to tell her the news. Madi has been my best friend all my life, even after the accident and my troubled ways she stuck by me. But it wasn’t just that, my brother and she were actually together before he died. So his death affected her just as much.

I wasn’t the only one that changed though. After Jeremy died she became, well, a slut. Not to be offensive but she goes through guys like I go through chocolate. Believe, that’s a lot. I guess that’s just her way of getting over Jeremy. But I can’t judge. I’ve gone through a good amount of guys myself, just not as many as Madi.

I pulled on a pair of grey sweat pants, black wool sweater and my black ugg boots. I then threw my hair up into a messy bun, letting pieces of hair fall from the bun. I grabbed my phone, checking the time seeing it was 2:00pm and headed out of my bedroom.

I was coming down the stairs when my mom came up to me.

“Honey I’m sorry for what I said. I know we don’t get along but even I know I went too far.” She said with complete sincerity. Well that was new.

“It’s alright mom,” I replied “I’m about to head out to Madi’s so I will talk to you later.” And with that, I left.

Madi only living down the street, it took me 4 minutes to get there. Standing on her front porch I rung her doorbell. I was waiting 7 minutes before the door swung open revealing a flustered Madi. Her hair was a mess, her breathing was ragged and her cheeks were red. It didn’t take rocket science to know that only moments ago she was getting her tyre pumped.

“Oh, hey babes, what goes on?” she says through deep breaths.

“Hey, can I come in? It’s important.” I say. She must have seen the tears brimming in my eyes because next thing I know I’m sitting on her couch with ice cream and she’s shooing her fling out of the house. I didn’t miss the string of curse words leaving his mouth either.

When she walked into the lounge room no words were said, instead she engulfed me in a bear hug. I didn’t notice I was crying until she started wiping them away with the sleeve of her robe.

“What’s happened, babe?”

“Mom and Dad are moving me to a boarding school.” I say. Maybe I should have sugar coated it because suddenly she tore her body off me and stared in complete shock.

“What the fuck, why?!” she yells

“Because apparently I have ‘Behavioural issues’.” I say incredulously, putting quotation marks around ‘behavioural issues’.

“But I’ve known you since we were in our mothers’ womb and now Karen wants to split us up? Bitch!”

“I know babe. We can only blame my mother.”

She grabs her laptop from the coffee table sitting in front of us. She opens up google before turning to me. “What’s the name of the school?” she asks.

“St. Katherine’s or something.” I answer “I mean how could they do this to me, they know I have you here and now they want to tear us apart, who the fuck do they think they ar-“ I was cut short from my little rant when Madi yelled out in anger.