PURE HEROINE II 13 REASONS WHY

on the rocks

"My relationship with whiskey is on the rocks."

"I'm sorry, Ellie." "I've heard that before." "I don't know what else to say. I didn't think I'd hurt you that much, I never wanted to leave you anyways." "Why would you do that to me then? How do you think I would have reacted, with a laugh?", I scoffed offended.

"I realized how much I've hurt you the past months and I thought if I was just mean enough you would break up anyways and it'd be easier for both of us. But you just understood me and did everything to make me feel good and I couldn't see you like that anymore. You weren't happy."

"I wouldn't have done it if I wasn't happy with you", I shook my head angry about how he planned that. "I thought it would be better, Els. I thought you'd hate me for some time and then be happy that you didn't have to be there for me anymore."

"You're ridiculous. No one's ever hurt me as much as you did. You know better than anyone else, what did you just think?" "That you could be happier without me." "Yeah, I'm pretty fine right now", I laughed frustrated pointing at me laying in that stupid hospital bed. "I know, I'm just so sorry. I wish I had never done this to you."

"I've heard that before. Can you just leave the room now please?", I sighed weakly. "Is there a chance that we could go back to how it was?" "What do you expect me to say? I love you, Jeff, you make me feel better. But what you did took all of my trust. Thank you for calling the ambulance but I'm not ready to talk about that right now."

In the end, Jeff and I started dating again for another six months until we both decided together that it would be better to take a break on our third anniversary. He was right, it never got better and that wasn't the way we wanted to have a relationship although our feelings never changed. So we stayed friends as far as that was possible.

"A drink anyone?", I looked around waiting for my friends to say something, we were waiting for Jeff to arrive. "Well, you asked so Whiskey", Bryce shrugged his shoulders. "On the rocks?" "On the rocks?"

"I can't, I'm too nervous", Sheri whispered.

"Whiskey for everyone, we need that", I gave everyone a glass.

Zach didn't come as he said but Bryce, Chloe, Monty, Scott, Sheri and I were here.

"Calm down, babe. It's going to be alright", Scott stroke my upper arms.

"Really? Do you believe that?"

"No, but I thought it's good to calm you down", he smiled at me which really made the situation a bit better for me.

"You don't look so happy, everyone", Jeff chuckled when arrived looking around the open kitchen and living room area, "I've never been here. Great apartment."

"Uh, thanks. Do you want a drink?"

"You all have the same? I'm in. It's not like my parents allow me to drive a car."

I filled another glass, gave it to him, "Cheers."

"So why does it seem like all of you have built a group without me?"

"Because we.. I have to tell you something", Sheri started, "About your accident."

"What? Do you know more? People only say I was drunk driving but I'd never do that."

"We know that. Hannah and I left before you decided to bring more beer", Sheri threw her head into her neck, "I wasn't concentrated and stupid so I drove against a stop sign."

"And? That can happen."

"Hannah tried to persuade me that we should call the police", she ignored his simplicity, "I ignored her because I was afraid of my dad finding out so I left her standing there and drove away. That's been the place where you had your accident."

Slowly but surely he seemed to understand what she was trying to tell him.

"If I had called the police early enough there wouldn't have been an accident. The man could have seen the stop sign and your cars wouldn't have collided."

"Sheri, you're telling me that it's your fault I was in a fucking coma for weeks", Jeff repeated slowly as if he hoped that she would take it back, "Why are you all here then?"

"I said I would tell you about it as soon as you wake up, we all knew it", I admitted with my head held down.

"You're the reason I almost died and made everyone think that I was drunk driving?!", Jeff suddenly shouted as angry as he's never been around me, "And all of you knew it? No one told me?!"

"That's why we're telling you now."

"You too?", he looked at Monty, Bryce, Chloe who looked just as guilty as we did, "Zach? Scott? You all knew it. And you called yourselves my friends?! Damn, Sheri, you're such a selfish bitch. I mean you three are just doing what anyone says but Liz and Scott? You two told me every damn day that I shouldn't worry about people calling me an idiot for drunk driving because you knew I didn't do it. But you were too selfish to tell me why. It's funny, actually. Scott, man, my best friend fucking my ex-girlfriend. I should have known it before. Wasn't it good for you that I had that accident?"

"Don't say that. That's not true", I interrupted him quietly.

"It's not? Then why can't I stop thinking about my best friend waiting for me to be away so he could get you? You wanted her since I had her."

"Jeff, that's got nothing to do with it. It's all my fault", Sheri tried it again.

"I know that now that you narcissistic bitch ruined my life but what I didn't understand was that my best friends would do that to me. I don't care about you Monty, Bryce and Chloe. You just do what your drug addict, fucked up princess Liz says and kiss her ass. But what I'm really surprised of is that you two are the real liars here. How does it feel, Scott, to be the second chance? I mean Liz told me how she was still in love with me while I was in a coma thanks to Sheri and then she fucked me after you again? You two deserve each other."

"Jeff, we're so sorry. I wanted to tell you earlier, I-"

"What? You were busy fucking Reed? You're dead to me, Liz. And I'm done with you, Scott", he hissed, throwing his glass to the ground and left before anyone could say something.

Scott sighed, everyone else looked at us with a sad expression on their faces, Sheri apologized multiple times. I didn't know how to feel, so many emotions stormed through my mind. I've hit my glass on the sideboard, lunged out to throw the bottle of whiskey to the ground. As soon as I reached out for the next thing I could destroy, Monty placed his arms around me to keep me away from any sharp things.