Becoming Hers

23

*LEXI'S POV*
I still felt drunk even two days after. I think I drank enough that night to be drunk for the whole party but actually I just had a shit headache in the morning.

"I know you like her Lexi," Caleb mentioned as he was running a hand through his hair like it was the start to a natural conversation. But that's the thing, he wasn't actually normal, he was on edge and had been since I got there.

"How? What do you know?" I started to panic, I could have told him anything because I don't remember.

"I don't. I know nothing. But dude, you can't hide shit from me, especially if it's to do with my little sister," He chuckled.

"Noted." I replied.

"So, do you like her?"

"Yeah man, I really do,"

"Lexi, is... is she?" He stumbled upon his words but I knew what he was trying to say.

"I'm not the one that should be telling you this," I answered truthfully.

"Then what do I do man?"

"Talk to her about it," What else was there to do?

"How did you know though?" I downed the rest of the coffee,
"That I like her," I added.

"Dude you kept on saying how Gracie will hate you for what you've done and what you have to do, does that mean anything to you?" Was I talking about suicide? Fucking hell.

"When I'm drunk I speak absolute crap, I have no idea what that means," I lied.

"But that wasn't just it," He started.

"Huh?" I didn't understand what he was getting at.

"You were on something," The way that Caleb said that kind of scared me.

"I was?" I was pretty shocked, I'd never taken drugs before so unless my drink was spiked then I had no idea what happened.

"You don't remember?" He questioned.

"No," I didn't remember much from that night.

***

"This just isn't you Lexi," My mum snarled. Of course she fucking started. I was so fed up with her crap.

She was warming to the idea of calling me Lexi, she still hated it but that was only because it was what my dad always used to call me. You could say she was jealous, of what exactly, I didn't know.

"What isn't me?" I simply sighed, not wanting to give her something else to shout at me for.

"Your behaviour, the way you're acting, what are you doing with yourself?" Like she could talk, she was a fucking mess.

"Oh well people change." Is what I replied, not exactly putting any effort into answering her.

"Well I don't like it, you used to be such a good kid, and now-"

"And now what?" I was just done with her bullshit to be honest. I decided that she didn't get to control me anymore.

"And now..." She said nothing. Yeah I know what you meant. Nothing. That's what I felt like most of the time. Just fucking empty. Nothing.

"No what am I now?" I shouted.

"You want to know what you are?" She asked.

"Sure, why the fuck not." I yelled back.