Sweet Nothing • (book one) jb

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Songs for the chapter:

Let's do it again - J Boog

Believe in me - Demi Lovato

Can I Have This Dance - High School Musical 3

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Let the hell begin.

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I inhaled yet another puff of smoke, and felt the incredible sensation spread throughout my body. I slowly brought the lit up cigarette down from my lips as I looked out at the night sky. The stars shined so bright here I couldn't help but fall in love with the view from this balcony outside of my bedroom.

Canada had nothing like this. My room wasn't as big or as beautiful as it is here, the house definately wasn't as huge and beautiful as here. The weather was never nice in Canada. It was always cold except for those rare occasions where it was warm.

The weather here in California though was magnificant. The sun was always shining, it had the perfect amount of wind that blew around, and at night it wasn't deatly cold but a comforatble temperature.

The night time was when I have always escaped my problems. Even in Canada it was the night time I escaped this horrible reality called life. Though it was not a healthy way there. I smoked weed, stuck needles in my arm, snorted pills, and worst of all I did crystal meth. That was my worst habit.

I'm not proud of the decisions I made in life, especially considering that someone close to me went through the same things I am right now. He, my father, just suffered it way worse. I guess it was always suppose to happen to me too. Children are always suppose to take the fate of a family member, is what people say. It's a 50/50 chance that if a parent was a drug addict, that their children would end up going down the same path. I just so happened to be on the bad 50%.

When I was younger I promised myself not to end up like him, but the day the most important person to me abandoned me I couldn't deal with it anymore. I was so hurt by the words he said to me and they just kept replaying over and over again in my head.

"Go pop some pills like he did.."

So that's what I did. I was only 15 and was stupid, but then I didn't care. I still don't care to this day, but I'll tell you that that overdose scared the living shit out of me. I can't help but always come out here at night thinking about how I ended up in the place I am now. Every thought led back to the person who started my falling and the worst part of it all was that I'm living with him and starting tomorrow I'll travel the world with him.

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"Alex, sweetheart, it's time to get up.." I heard a soft voice speak through my ears as my body was slowly shifting from side to side. I could tell that I was being shaken awake.

I turned over and slowly opened my eyes, rubbing them so that I could get adjusted to the bright light coming in from the curtains. I would have to change those soon. I saw that Pattie was standing beside me with a soft smile on her face and I couldn't help but to smile back. It was contagious.

"Morning." I said as a yawn escaped my lips.

I sat up in the bed and turned over so that my feet were dangling on the side. I instantly missed the soft feeling on my body from the amazing, comfortable bed I slept in.

I was never a morning person, but ever since I got here I was. It was easy to wake up and never be tired. Back in Canada I hated the morning and the only time I would get up early is if I didn't want to deal with my moms bitch attitude and sneak out.

My mother.

From the moment I arrived here she hasn't even tried to contact me. She said that this was for my own good and she was only doing it because she cared for me. If she cared wouldn't she take the time out of her life to at least call and check up on me?

Not her. She never cared. It was all just an act being my mother, acting like she cared. I feel like she never wanted me and she was only happy with me being born for my father. But when he died it gave her the perfect excuse to really show me that she never loved me.

"Are you alright, Alex?" I felt a hand touch and squeeze my shoulder, as I looked up I saw that Pattie was standing ver me with a look of concern glistening through her eyes. I must have zoned out.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I forced a smile onto my lips and stood up crossing my arms over my chest.

I walked over to the window and opened the curtains so that the sun would shine through the windows more . When it did I couldn't help but smile. I was smiling so much lately.

I really loved this weather.

"Okay well, get ready we're leaving in about 2 hours to the airport!" Pattie said and I heard my bedroom door slam shut.

I turned quickly to see that the door was closed shut with a confused expression on my face. It took me a few seconds to realize what she said. The moment I put all the pieces together my eyes widened.

I heard a door slam shut from the outside and quickly rushed over to the balcony doors pulling them open. I walked over to the edge and looked to see what was happening. I only scoffed when I saw Justin and his little girlfriend making out against the car. I swear I was going to puke, but the moment I saw two men carrying suit cases to the car I frowned.

The tour starts today.

I walked back into my bedroom and slammed the balcony door shut. I rushed into my bathroom and stripped off my clothes jumping in the hot shower. The hot water rushed down my back and I couldn't stop myself from the over thinking.

This tour starts today meaning it's going to be harder for me to keep distance away from Justin. If I know something is that there are tour buses which are small and cramped meaning I will literally always be next to him. I couldn't help but to think of all the possible outcomes of this.

I was going to be traveling around the world with my ex lover who doesn't even remember me, going through the withdrawal process of not using in forever, thinking about the past, hating my ex-lover, and most likely wanting the drugs back. This was going to be one hell of a trip.

All I know was that I was going to try my hardest to keep distance between Justin and I. I was going to try my hardest to make him snot remember me. I was going to try my hardest to make him hate me as much as I hate him. But most of all, I was going to try my hardest not to get hooked on the drugs again.

Let the hell begin.

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