Lost.

Chapter 13 // Heaven & Hell

Breakfast went swell. Note the sarcasm? It didn't go swell at all. Leslie and Kylie's parents were the only people trying to make conversation. Ash glared at me coldly, Kylie picked at her food, Leslie seemed extremely hung over, and Matthew was the only one joining in his parents business talk. Typical nerd, like always, even when we were children.

I mimicked Kylie's actions of rolling my scrambled eggs around my plate and ripping my bacon strip into tiny shreds. I found it in my best interest to avoid Ash and Leslie today. Yeah I know I shouldn't be running away from the problem and just run towards it to fix it, but I'm fine with allowing Leslie's hoochi gone wild phase to pass and letting Ash believe that I'm some slut when I'm really not. From the looks of it, when he thinks something about someone, it's stuck there for quite a while no matter what you do.

"So what are we exactly doing today?" I asked Kylie as we climbed the stairs towards the rooms. Kylie said I could share rooms with her now since Matthew probably wants his space and I honestly didn't mind. He was avoiding me too and it made our room full if tension whenever we were together.

"Every year, the day before Christmas, we do something, I'm not exactly sure why though, I think it's because... Actually I don't know, but whatever." Kylie says, as she changes out of her clothes and into new ones. I dig through my bag and find an outfit as well suitable for the cold day and go to Kylie's bathroom where I strip of my clothes and change.

I brush my hair and teeth as well, combing out the rest of my bed hair knots with my fingers. When I step out of the bathroom, Kylie is putting on her make-up, her mouth ajar as she carefully puts on eyeliner.

"So is it just your family that does this event?" I ask, as Kylie continues to apply powder to her face.

"Basically," Kylie says," we used to bring Ash's girlfriend, but after they broke up, he's been so bitter."

"Broke up? Why?" I say quickly, flushing red at my immediate response.

"He caught her cheating on him with his friend at a party he was hosting here, and it was in his own bed too. He loved her so fucking much, he literally fell into depression, not your kind of depression, no offense, but like, the breakup kind? If that makes sense." Kylie says before waving her hands side to side. "But don't tell him I told you this, he might not talk to me like he did after it happened, and he might hate you forever."

"Well that's a good way to put it nicely." I chuckle," and, I'm not offended, don't worry."

"Say Grey, hey that rhymes! I'm a poet and I don't even know it." She bursts with laughter, I follow after, flopping down onto her bed beside her. "Do you take, like, anti - depressants?" She asks, dimming the lively mood in the room.

I don't speak for a few seconds, processing her words in my brain. Yes. I want to say yes just to alleviate her knowing question, but I really don't want to lie to her, she honestly deserves the truth. "I used to." I say, throwing a ball into the air.

"Used to?" She says, furrowing her brows as she looks at me curiously.

"Used to." I repeat, bringing the ball to my chest.

"Oh." She murmurs, getting off of the bed. "I suppose we should tell mum were done now, you ready Freddy?"

I nod, following her out the door back towards the living room where the whole gang chits chats, excluding Ash who sits on the other side of the room with earplugs in his ears, talking shortly to Leslie who glares at me. I'm so confused, at both of them. Leslie and I have known each other since we were kids, and Ash is a bipolar little prick who takes advantage of what he has. Leslie and I have always been together through thick and thin, so why has she let Ash's friends corrupt her into this person she vowed to never be when we were small.