Aubrey Tessel's life story would be an article about the long term effects drugs have on a kid's future. Just when she thinks she's grasped onto hope of being content, it slips from her fingers. As she finally gets fed up of her constant cycle of de...
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My head pounded from the moment I opened my eyes. I looked around, confused to where I was, focussing on the door before getting up, stumbling slightly.
The hallway of Sebastian's house greeted me the moment I opened the door and I took a deep breath, knowing I was somewhere safe.
Sebastian sat on the couch in his lounge room, lazily pushing the mess on the coffee table aside the moment he saw me.
"Hey." I spoke, my voice hoarse. The moment I saw him, everything came rushing back to me and my face heated up like a fucking oven, but my heart swelled at the thought of him actually making sure I was okay.
His look was stern. "Sit down and tell me why the fuck you did that to yourself."
The whole heart swelling thing didn't last as long as I thought it would.
I took a seat when he gestured for me to sit down on the coffee table. "I owe you that at least, huh."
"You don't owe me anything," he shook his head. "But you're going to tell me anyway."
His words made me nervous; I was about to tell Sebastian about how I felt, when I didn't even know what I felt, and I wasn't being made to do it.
Sebastian reached and lifted up my chin with his warm hand, and a different type of nerves takes over me for a split second. He locked eyes with me, his expression still bland, but his voice not so demanding, "I can't help if you don't tell me."
"I don't need your help."
Sebastian pulled his hand back from my chin, "I know you don't, but I'm here. You're not alone."
Why did I even want to tell Sebastian of all people? I could be talking to Izzy, or-or no one. I didn't have anyone close enough to talk to and as much as it was weird, Sebastian and I couldn't help growing closer, and he was the last person that would go blabbing his mouth about me or my problems.
"I'm overwhelmed," my eyebrows furrowed at my words, realising I was about to spill to him. My words begin confusing me as I didn't really know what to say.
"Everything's falling apart." My words didn't seem to come out right, but none-the-less, Sebastian nodded, signaling me to keep taking.
"I guess I'm someone who doesn't like change, y'know? My life's been the same since I was ten." I took a shaky breath, what am I doing? "Going over to Izzy's house, Jack would be there, you -- you'd be there, even though things were just simple between all of us, it was nice, although, you were an asshole." I cracked a small joking smile before it disappeared, "Izzy and I wouldn't keep stupid secrets. I'd smoke anything, and I'd see Debbie, most of the time anyway." I paused for a moment, knowing what I'm about to say was a slight switch of topic.
"You know, I wish I could say she used to not be so bad. But she's always been selfish and I love her so much, I mean, who doesn't love their Mum?" I was rambling but looking at Sebastian it was obvious he didn't mind.
"She's toxic and I don't want her to her hurt herself, but it hurts me more than anything. I don't want to be the last thing on my own mother's mind." I bit my lip, not wanting to cry and seem like a sook.
"Look at me, about to fucking cry. Everyone has fucking problems with there parents." I shook my head, feeling stupid for being like this in front of him.
"Stop worrying about what I think, and just tell me what you're thinking."
"I know her better than anyone else," not exactly knowing where I was going with this, I stopped at the next line, "what if I turn out like her?"
My eyes locked with Sebastian's, and he shuffled closer as he held the gaze, speaking softly. "Just because things are spinning around and changing, doesn't mean you're not going to end up in a good place." His tongue jutted out to wet his lips. "Aubrey, don't let anyone or even yourself think you're going to turn out like your Mum. You've got your whole life ahead of you," he snickered, "you're making me sound like a pussy."
I cracked a small smile and he finished what he was saying; "you wouldn't hurt anyone, and you're dumb for trying to make me think she hasn't hurt you. You're stronger than that, Aubs. You're capable of being whatever or whoever you want, but I don't think you could ever be her."
I swallowed, taking in his words for a moment. It's the strangest feeling to have someone who hardly knows you, actually believe in you, and it gets you thinking.
The one thing Debbie would never do is to admit to someone she was falling apart. She would have just gotten up and left the moment she woke up.
"Last night — I don't want to see you like that again, okay?" My face dropped for a moment and he noticed, rewording himself — "I mean, I don't want to see you that upset you'd drug yourself up like that. I don't get scared easy, Aubs, but fuck that was terrifying."
I nodded, "I'm sorry for coming here like that."
"You know that's not what I mean. I'd rather you come here than anywhere else, but don't do that to yourself again — And did you fucking walk here? It was 3am, you could have been fucking killed. Fu-"
I cracked a small smile, cutting him off. "Thank you."
A small smile formed on his face, and it had mine growing. Sebastian's tone was still serious when he spoke, "Is your Mum home?"
I raised my eyebrows as he asks, wondering what in hell he was on about. I wasn't sure whether or not to answer for a moment before blabbing, "I don't know."
Soon enough we're pulling into the driveway of my house and I had no idea why the whole ride had been silent apart from me asking about 20 times as to why we were on the way back to the place I'd just come crying from. I turned to Sebastian, "you better not tell me to go in there and talk to her or to sort it out, or any of that bullshit."
Sebastian chuckled, and jumped out of the car, and I did the same. I followed him to the door and unlocked it, walking inside to notice Mum's previous spot empty.
The house seems soundless and I stopped for a moment to look at Sebastian, who was already walking up the hall and to where he knew my room was. I followed him up the hall before Debbie came staggering out of her room, stopping me in my steps.
"What part of getting the fuck out don't you get?" Her eyes were redder than before and it was obvious it wasn't due to crying. I ignored her and kept walking until I reached my room, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the thought of someone having to see her act this way.
She followed me up the hall and to my room, and before she could speak, I turned to Sebastian as he stood in the middle of my room, looking just fine next to my bed. "Why are we here?"
"Tha- exactly what I said," Debbie's voice was just as slurred as always as she leant against the frame of the door, "the same hottie from last time," she winked mocking before a humourless smile came apon her face. "How are you keeping him around?"
My cheeks flushed at her tone of accusation. "Just stop. He's a friend." My voice turned out to be more confident than I thought it would be and I almost gave myself a high five.
"Oh, this is yours by the way," Sebastian pulled the crack pipe out of his pocket, walking and handing it to my Mum who looked shocked. "you're lucky she's fucking alive."
He glared at Debbie, before his gaze switched to me. "Pack your shit."
