"I guess we'll just have to be screwed up together."
Evelyn Woods is a 17 year old girl on the verge of being forced to go to rehab. When she meets a boy named Gustav, what happens when she realizes there's someone worse off than her?
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"I see your face when I look out the window. I think about her every time that I sniff blow. If you love me, hit me up on the flip phone. I'm dyin', I don't think that my bitch know." ____________
EVELYN
i blankly stared out the window as peep got in his vehicle and pulled away.
his kisses are intoxicating, they fuck me up for days at a time. he's such a drug himself that he doesn't need any to be addictive.
the time continued to pass by as i lost my train of thought. my mind just kept replaying flashes of the bleach blonde boy standing over me with an empty water bucket, terrified that i wasn't going to wake up again.
i feel so bad about it. it's not like he expressed how scared he might have been because we just decided quietly to not address it after we left the gallery—so, maybe i shouldn't feel bad, but i still do.
the next few minutes of the car ride were a blur until my phone started playing randomly, and what was the song that turned on?
awful things.
"BOTHER ME, TELL ME AWFUL THINGS!" i started screaming like an idiot. gus is such a talented artist, he can invoke feelings people didn't even know they had. i think that's why it resonates with people who feel so low, because it makes them feel again.
it didn't take long for me to pull in my driveway and when i did, my father was sitting on the porch drinking a hot cup of tea—i know this because that's the only thing he drinks half the time—obviously waiting for me. a newspaper was spread across his lap and his thick black glasses were placed at the end of his nose, clearly about to fall if he didn't adjust them soon.
i pulled the keys out of the ignition and took a deep breath, knowing i was in for some kind of confrontation. if i got into the house without a voice being raised at me i'd be lucky. i'm sure they aren't pissed, but probably highly disappointed. i couldn't tell them the truth as to why i was late either, so i'd have to think of a story on the spot.
"nice to see that you decided to come home tonight." tom was never one for passive aggressive comments but apparently today he is. damn.
"it was an accident, the time really got away from me." i explained, leaning up against the porch railing.
"well, have fun explaining that to your mother. she's irate, you better go calm her down before she sweats off her foundation." he said with a straight face, staring at his newspaper.
