west coast; skate maloley

chapter 13

annalyse,
it was silent for a few minutes.

"she needs to go to rehab, annalyse or she'll never get better" he said to me, my dad said to me.

"she doesn't have the money for that" i said as a tear slipped down my face. "i should've stayed"

"i have the money" he stated.

"no, dad no. she won't take your money" i said.

"and besides, i need to be with her" i said.

"i'll go, i'll fly there, and i'll send her to rehab here in nebraka. so you can see her sometimes" he said.

"really?" i asked.

"really" he said.

"thank you so much" i smiled and hugged him.

"i'd do anything for you and your mom"

"oh sorry" a voice came.

we pulled away, it was mason.

"you're okay" i said.

he looked upset though.

he walked in the kitchen.

"i'm gonna go make some phone calls" my dad said and walked outside.

i walked in the kitchen where mason was.

"hey, are you okay?" i asked him.

"he doesn't love your mom, he never did and you're trying to make him feel sorry for pitiful mom. your mom doesn't deserve anything." he said.

well that hurt.

"my mom deserves the world, you don't know my mom. you don't know her mason, you don't know half the things she's been through. you don't get to talk about her, i don't talk about her mom, since i thought she was the bad guy because she took away my dad and left me in a broken home half a world away from him, but she wasn't. my mom isn't a bad guy." i said.

i walked away.

"oh yeah, well you're a alcoholic and i hope she dies too" he yelled from the kitchen.

i can't believe he just said that.

i stopped in my tracks seeing nate standing there.

"wha-what are you doing here?" i asked him.

"you, uhm, you left your phone. i respect you, if you don't want to tell me some things about you're life, but you don't have to be scared to tell me. i'm your boyfriend" he said handing me the phone and walking out.

he heard obviously.

i walked upstairs and went in my room.

i turned off the light, and layed in the bed.

with thoughts going everywhere in my head.

my breathing getting harder.

i felt like i could throw up.

i was shaking, and suddenly sweating now.

i was having an anxiety attack.

but, but i'm okay.

"annalyse?" it was cameron.

"y-y-yeah?" i said shaking still.

i was trying to calm down, i really was.

i was sitting up in the bed.

he walked farther in, closing the door and turning the light on.

"oh my god, you're sweating" he said coming closer.