Till Death Do Us Part

Ch. 20 - Painful Memories

**I know the last chapter was a mean cliffhanger, so please take this double update as my gift and my apology lmao**

Roxie's POV

"I think she's starting to wake up," was the first thing I heard as I finally cracked one eye open. The brightness of the lights above me assaulted my retinas, making me quickly shut the eye once more as it started to water.

"Roxie, are you okay?" I heard the same voice call. It was feminine, so I knew it wasn't Milo. I grunted before making a second attempt to open my eyes once again. After blinking rapidly for a few seconds, the blurriness subsided and I was able to make out my surroundings. I was still in Milo's bedroom, but now I was lying in the middle of his bed.

My god, this mattress is comfortable. I should ask him what brand it is.

"Roxie?" The voice called again, more impatient this time. I snapped my head up and came face-to-face with Ivy. I smiled sheepishly and stopped petting the bed beneath me.

"Sorry," I winced, clearing the phlegm from my throat. "I passed out?" I asked. She nodded, a look of concern overtaking her features.

"Milo told me..." she said, her voice growing softer before trailing off. I nodded as my eyes grew misty.

"I'm such an idiot," I whispered before covering my face with my hands, not wanting her to see me cry at my own stupidity.

"Hey, hey, hey," she murmured quietly while pulling my hands away so I was forced to look at her. "You're not an idiot. Well, maybe just a little bit, but if you were the only person to ever accidentally get pregnant, the world population would probably be cut in half. Shit happens, Rox," she spoke logically while brushing a lock of my hair away from my face and tucking it behind my ear. I sniffled and wiped at the moisture under my eyes, nodding.

"I just can't do this again, Ivy," I hiccuped, squeezing my eyes shut as a spike of pain tore through my heart. "And I'm tired of being a shitty fucking friend."

"How in the world are you a shitty friend?!" she demanded, her voice rising with her annoyance at my statement.

"I'm tired of all my friends' lives taking a back seat because of me. I'm tired of all of you having to cater to me and what's going on in my life. That's not how friendships should be. They're supposed to be a two-way street and right now I feel like the biggest bitch."

"Sorry, but who left at three a.m. to go pick Catarina up and bring her somewhere safe when her abusive ex called and was making death threats to the point where she was too scared to drive?" Ivy asked.

"I did," I sighed, knowing exactly where she was going with this. She and Khloe really are cut from the same cloth.

"Mhmm. And who held my hair while I puked and then spooned me all night on my cramped bathroom floor to make sure I didn't roll onto my back and choke on my own vomit when I got so drunk I couldn't even hold my head up?" she continued.

"I did."

"And who sent a very pretty check to Havana's family last month when they weren't sure they'd be able to cover their utility and mortgage bills because her dad's cancer had come back and he needed chemo?"

"Okay, Ivy, I get what you're saying," I replied.

"No, you don't, because you would rather go without to help someone else. Your selfless heart is what we all love about you, but please let us take care of you. Being there for one another no matter what is what best friends do, Roxie. Just because you're going through a longer rough patch than some of us doesn't mean you aren't still a good friend. If there's ever a time I feel you're being a needy bitch, I'll tell you. Deal?" she teased with a playful wink. I let out a soft laugh before nodding.