What Lies Beneath

Chapter Four

*Three Months Later*

Thing's have been kinda hectic for me since the whole almost dying incident.

After I had been released from the hospital, Dr. Philips put me into heavy counseling.

As well as another stint in rehab since I had relapsed.

When Elizabeth had first went missing, I had went into a very dark place.

I had started skipping school so I could go hang out with people who I really shouldn't of been around.

At the age of sixteen I had already been to rehab for drug addiction.

That's actually where I had met Dr. Philips.

Once I had sobered up I fell into a pretty deep depression to the point that he had kept me there for a couple of months.

I couldn't get out of the place of blaming myself, then it was denial, then denial turned into anger.

I wasn't a pleasant person to be around for a couple of years, I had ran off all my friends, all except Jason that is.

No matter how many times I had tried to push everyone away, he was the only one who never gave up on me.

Dad and Mom eventually got tired of my bullshit, even though they would always tell me differently.

I could see it.

Everytime I'd fuck up, I'd get that look from them, that look that said.

When will you stop acting this way, just go back to being normal already.

I was even blamed by Moma a few times for Elizabeth's disappearance, which didn't help with what I was already going through.

That eventually led to me moving out at the age of seventeen.

Jason and I had both dropped out of highschool around the same time.

Jason had been going through some rough times as well.

His exact words being.

"You can only live with an abusive alcoholic of a Father for so long before you just cant take it anymore."

After that we both managed to get a full-time job at this diner down town, soon after we moved into a cheap apartment that was close to work.

We had been working at the diner for about half a year when we had decided to get our GED.

Shortly after that he went into nursing school while I went into art school.

We were barely into our first year of school when Jason had found out his Father had put himself into rehab, but Jason didn't really seem to care.

"Nathan are you even listening to me," Jason said, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Hmm." I looked away from the passenger window, as I turned my attention over to the drivers side of the car.

Jason sat there, giving me an annoyed look.

"I asked you if you wanted to get something to eat before you go home?"

"Uh, yeah sure," I said as he pulled into the drive thru to Taco Bell.

"This ok or you want something else?" Jason asked.

"No this is fine," I said, reaching into my back pocket to pull out my wallet.

"This one's on me," Jason said but I just ignored him as I opened my wallet, pulling out a twenty.