Fixing Lexi

Chapter 15

My mum insists that I need to go to the hospital and get my head checked out but I said there is no way I'm doing that, I'm fine, I'm Lexi Evans. My dad apparently made Peter leave but Michael claimed he needed to talk to me so I lay in bed, waiting on my mum sending him up because she made him sit in the living room incase I didn't want to see him. He opens my door and rushes over too me. "Lexi I was worried." 

"You shouldn't have gotten out of the cupboard Michael." I sigh. I obviously would not have had sex with Peter when he was in the closet.

"What? I couldn't just let him attempt too rape you could I? It made me fucking sick, seeing another guy.." I cut him off.

"Seeing another guy what Michael? And he wasn't fucking raping me! We have had sex before, we have kissed before we do this kind of shit with each other Michael. I am not yours to protect, we shouldn't have kissed the other day. It meant nothing to me." his expression turns confused and I huff loudly, getting up and walking over to my window.

"You don't mean that. You're just tired. we have spent the last 2 days with each other and it has been amazing. If you would have given me the chance.. You said you were going to let me help y.."

"Help me what? Help me miraculously fall in love with you? Help me actually feel something because I fucking don't and I never will. So why don't you just run back to Alexis, your stupid football team, your perfect grades and your perfect life and stop getting involved in mine." Michael stands up and I feel his presence behind me, he's angry and he's breathing heavy.

"Is that what you want? To carry on your life like this? You clearly can't take care of yourself." he pulls my arm and motions too he needle marks.

"Well I'v been doing it for a pretty long time, I don't want to stop and I never will." I snatch my arm away and turn back around.

"Doing what? You aren't doing anything. This isn't a life, it's a waste, you don't even know your living half of the time." His tone is disgusted and I turn to face him, stepping towards him my far inches away from his.

"What are you trying to say huh? Spit it out Michael. Tell me your opinions and I'll pretend to care if that makes you happy. In fact why don't we just do that forever huh? Thats what you seem to want isn't it Michael? I pretend you are actually helping me and that you are so amazing that I fall in love with you and we can live happily ever after." Anger builds up In his face and he takes a step closer too me.

"No wonder your mum and dad can't handle this. You just treat everyone like shit don't you, if you don't want anyone too care go on take your fucking drugs, stick a needle in your arm too make you feel better about your life, sleep with a guy who is having the lay of his life but you have to fake an orgasm with and see if I fucking care!" He shouts in my face.

I slap him, really hard. My hand actually stings.

"GET OUT." I Push him out of my room and he stumbles. His face is clear with shock as if he can't believe what he just said. I punch at his chest until he leaves immediately.

I'm not going to cry. I don't cry. I don't need to cry.

Instead I text Amy, tell her too meet me at the end of the street, put my sluttiest outfit on and text one of the dealers Peter uses and ask him what party he is at.