Trapped Inside Myself SEQUEL

Best friends

I closed the front door behind me as I dropped Barbra's car keys on the counter along with coffee cream, the house usually a bit messy was now clean and swept, but Barbra was supposed to be at work...

The thought left my mind as soon as it came, I didn't care, so I went to the cupboard and grabbed my shaker bottle and mixed up my protein shake, I walked lazily into my room now it was upstairs again like when I'd first moved in, I wanted to move out but Barbra had problems with that and said she wanted me around other people 24/7.

I pulled off my dark blue off the shoulder t-shirt, and underwire bra replacing it with an Adidas spots bra, I looked at myself in the mirror, I placed my hands on my knees and felt warmth spread threw my body, I smiled , I didn't have any words to describe how amazing I felt to look and feel my legs carrying my weight, but I had lost all my muscle tone being in that fucking hospital, so I went into the wreck room to workout my legs and core muscles since my hand wasn't fully recovered.

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"Hello." I heard Calvin shout from down stairs as I was finishing up.

"Hey." I replied letting him know I was home, he had gone to Patrick's after school.

I walked tiredly in my sports bra and shorts down the stairs to meet him in the kitchen but was surprised to see about 5 other boys with him and Patrick, I felt self conscious but I put on a bold facade and strutted into the kitchen like know ones business, i felt eyes on my sweaty body while I poured myself a glass of water.

"Hey." Calvin and Patrick said in unison.

"Hey, you havein like a game night?" I asked refuting the all the boys in front of me with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah." Calvin nodded."where you working out?"

"Yup." I huffed still catching my breath.

"What do you deadlift." Taylor asked, he was that annoying soccer captain, his eyes were fixed on my stomach.

"80 pounds." I shrugged, it wasn't that impressive but I didn't want my muscles to get big enough to look gross, I just wanted to look hot, and take care of myself.

"Here this came for you." Calvin passed me an envelope stamped California, I felt a wave of home sickness wash threw me, it was signed capital C.X.
Coals signature, and my stomach tightened in anticipation, first time I was contacted by the clique for six months, but I didn't think they would know anything about my recovery.

"T-thanks." I said distractedly, before I scampered off back to my room.

I didn't know what to expect but once the door was closed I ripped it open, yes I ripped it, ignoring my pet peeve since I was anxious.
A plain black piece of paper was folded, I unfolded it and it looked blank with nothing writing.
I felt something a little bit bulkier in the bottom, I pulled out a bottle, it was a small bottle of Percocet.

"Hey." I looked up to see Patrick in my doorway, I tucked the black piece of paper under my butt stealthily, and he didn't seem to notice as he moved closer.

"What's that?" He asked pointing to the bottle, I turned the label purposefully away from him so he couldn't see what the prescription was.

"Just prescriptions for my diagnosed 'depression' ." I said rolling my eyes like it was a joke that the doctor gave me medicine.

"You shouldn't take it, apparently antidepressants make people suicidal." He replied, but then his face dropped once he realized what he'd said, I chuckled at his expression.

"I'm sorry I-" he started to apologize but I cut him off.

"I don't care Patty, I know what I am, and I accept what I did," I replied giving him a reassuring glance.

"You should talk with Calvin." Patrick said reviewing his real reason if coming up to my room.

"I did yesturday." I replied sighing as I shoved my face in my hands and rubbed my eyes, I used to be addicted to Percocet for a short five months when I was 15, and seeing the bottle right at my grasp light a match rekindling the unwanted desire, Coal did it on purpose, he wanted to play with my head and make me choose to come back to a clique not be bought into it.

"You don't need to tell Calvin how it is you need to explain to him, he is pretty mad with tot right now, and quit frankly I am to." Patrick pursed his lips in frustration and looked away out the window for a moment before looking back at me with annoyance and hurt in his eyes same as Calvin's had been."I've heard a lot of things about you Shane, some I know aren't true but others I can only wish weren't." He said as of disappointed in me, that made me mad for a split second before I realized there was no point,he wouldn't know that I was bribed into the clique, that's all Coal and Jacob did was keep people together in their clique by black mail, but maybe Patrick wasn't even talking about the clique, maybe it was drugs or whatever.

"How much dose Calvin know?" I asked quietly, maybe Patrick didn't tell him whatever he's been hearing from whoever, could be Brianna, Benny, Hunter or anyone.

" lucky for you I don't repeat what I hear, because I don't want to believe it or I just don't want to hear it." He says crossing his arms."I don't want him to have to hear it from me because don't forget I'm Calvin's best friend too, not just yours." Patrick said.

"I don't know if I could tell him, Patty when he looked at me  it was like he was disgusted with me." I said replaying his look of hurt and betrayal in my mind.

"Please promise me you'll tell him, and fill me on the details to." He said still looking troubled by my secrets.

"Okay, I promise I'll tell him." I mumbled, holding my hands in a fist tightly while my nails dig into my palms, making me think of something other then the Percocet right in front of me, I could reach out and grab a pill if I wanted, I could even have another if that one wasn't enough, but I needed to think of something else, for my self control was slipping away.

"Good, you have to learn to care about yourself as much as you care for Calvin." Patrick grabbed my hand and smiled barely.

"No more secrets." He whispered.

He stares intently into my eyes as if hoping to see something but I wasn't sure what he was looking for so I lightly smiled back, then his grip tightened a little as he leaned forward, and surprised me by caressing my cheek with the other hand, I then noticed his eyes had shifted to a forest Green as they flickered down toward my breasts, this was awkward.

""Patrick." I warned lightly not wanting to be harsh but give him a little push.
"Your my best friend." I reminded him, he didn't move, he just stared at my lips, so I pulled away a little, he still didn't move.

"I could be your best kiss." He replied not thinking strait, and it was only then I smelt faint alcohol mixed in with his minty breath, I was even more surprised, he never liked it when I drank so why was he?

I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him away, he chuckled darkly before biting his lip and looking to the side," oh that's right, your only interested in thugs like Ezra."

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I know it's short but I really have been sooooo busy since it's summer and all, well hope this wasn't a disappointment.