a week had passed since ethan had entered rehab. grayson and ginger refused to leave my side, they both took turns babysitting me. well, it felt like babysitting. i was really grateful to have such good friends, though.
the worst part about ethan being gone, was that i worried about him nonstop. i always felt anxious and sick, i even threw up a few times. my toothbrush and toothpaste were my best friends, and the shower was basically my new home, since i felt so gross and germy all the time.
i was stressed out, i was sad, and i was eating nonstop. it really was an issue, i had to admit. i actually snapped at grayson when he asked me for some chips. ginger was a little better at dealing with me than grayson was, she was able to stand her ground.
i was having a pretty moderate day, i guess. ginger and i had gotten donuts, and we were scarfing them down. everything was chill, up until i got a text from elle heaton. bailey's mom.
mrs. heaton
masen, are you busy?
this is an emergency, i
need to talk to you and
ginger about something.
meet me at that little crepe
place, soon please.
i felt like throwing the rest of the donuts in the trash.
i nudged ginger, and handed her my phone. "look at this, mrs. heaton texted me. i think we need to go."
for some unknown reason, ginger agreed with me.
probably because i would kick her ass if she didn't.
**
we walked into the café, and made our way over to mrs. heaton's table. she looked the same as she always had. she had always been beautiful, and stress had never taken a toll on her looks.
lucky bitch.
she gave us weak smiles, and sighed shakily. "thank you so much for coming... this really couldn't wait any longer, i'm sorry for not telling you earlier."
ginger and i were extremely confused.
i glanced at ginger, before returning my gaze to mrs. heaton. "what? what's going on?"
the color started to drain from her face. "well, let's start with this. i'm worried about holden."
ginger raised her brow, and tilted her head. "why are you.... wait, how do you know my brother?"
elle sighed, and placed a picture on the table.
it was a picture of a baby faced elle, with mini versions of holden and bailey holding her hands.
"he's my birth son."
i couldn't believe what i was hearing. i looked over at ginger, and placed my hand over hers. she was visibly shaken, and rightly so.
elle started cutting her pancakes into teeny pieces. "holden was a sweet baby, whereas bailey was cruel. i believed that bailey was always going to be cruel, due to the environment that he was in. holden on the other hand, dealt with lots of abuse from bailey, and his father. i ended up putting holden up for adoption, he didn't need to be tainted by our family."
ginger was clinging onto me. "go on."
"your family was kind enough to give me updates, they even gave him my number when he was older. around your birthday, he texted me, telling me that you had broken his heart. the next day he told me that he punched you, and broken your nose. i am so sorry about that. i really am."
we stayed silent.
"anyways, i haven't heard from him since. i'm concerned, because... hitting a woman is something that bailey would do."
she shouldn't have said that.
ginger's eyes widened, and then softened. "d... did bailey hit you?" her voice was quiet, laced with sadness.
i nodded slowly, and closed my eyes. "yeah. go on, please."
"has anything else happened with holden? has he caused even more harm?"
ginger cleared her throat, and avoided making eye contact. "actually, yeah. he tried to overdose when he was 15."
**
a/n: JESUS CHRIST WTF
