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When I woke up I felt like my heart was heavy and I needed to finally come clean about everything. Before I did it, I wanted to leave first. Clear my mind or fog it just incase his reaction was something I didn't want it to be.
Without waking him, I got up and walked out of the room. I called Bryce and he agreed to take me out someplace before I told Joey. When Bryce came, I got into his car and we went back to his place since a few people where there.
"Finally deciding to come clean , huh?" He raised an eyebrow walking me inside. "I guess I don't want to lie anymore. I love him bryce, I really do." I say flopping onto the couch.
Cutting our conversation short, the first thing I noticed were the people smoking and the other drugs that were going around the table. Bryce never told them that I was an addict, so they had no idea. I on the other hand, took it as a opportunity to getting as high as a kite. I did everything possible they had to offer, so much where I could feel my soul leaving my body.
"Chase I'm taking you home, I don't want another repeat from last time." Bryce said after awhile uncomfortably. I nodded and followed him out, unable to focus on one thing. My headache was enabling me to speak for mist of the ride, but I held on until we got back to my house.
"Hope it goes well." Bryce nodded sympathetically. "Thanks for always being here when I need you." I say to Bryce smiling. We waiting for me to go inside before pulling off which was just my luck cause Joey has barley woken up.
"Chase?" Joey walked into the living room rubbing his eyes. "You left?" He repeated pulling me in by my waist. "Listen, we..we need to talk." I say. Slowly, his arms fell from my waist and he sighed "that never means anything good."
I shook my head "I'm not breaking up with you, promise." I mutter. He and I walked over to the couch as I collected words to say in my head. My mind was cloudy and my heart was beating faster than usual which could've been me being nervous or the drugs talking.
"Ding dong."
The first time, he ignored it out of respect. Though I was having trouble speaking he didn't want to come off as rude cause that's just the type of person he is.
"I haven't been telling you...everything." I began
The door bell rang five more times and ringing became loud knocking."Jesus fuck this persons a asshole. I'll be right back." Joey rolls his eyes walking over to the door. I turned over the couch to hear what was happening and I could hear joeys fine change.
"Sorry I think you've got the wrong person?.." I hear him mutter. The other voices were muffled but seeming after a few minutes passed they weren't leaving. I got up, and met joeys side where I say two people who scared me most. My mom and my aunt.
After they seen me, they pushed through the door to get to me and I felt my heard sink in for a minute. I'd lived my life like a rockstar. Popping pills, face timing, partying and finding love. I had tried to run into the bathroom and lick myself in it, but dude to the drugs and my anxiety levels it felt like my heart skipped multiple beats.
I hoped that I was just hallucinating off of the drugs, but the little piece of me, the real me, knew this was the end of the line. I couldn't reach the bathroom because I'd completely blacked out. There was absolutely nothing and I didn't feel anything.
It was confusing, I was just running and then all of a sudden all of the hurt and pain were gone. My mom and aunt were gone. Joey was gone and there was just black.
