The Lies We Told On Thursday Nights

Epilogue: Calex (Levi)

Alright everyone! So-since it's been a while-it may be very useful to review chapters 37, 41, 43 and 47 [pretty quick chapters] as they are directly mentioned. If you have any questions at all let me know. 

But summary:

~Levi's father beat him and it became obvious when the doctors attempted to revive him. 

~The Cerlton family is rather wealthy and co-own a prestigious country club

~Levi was head of the football team and a star player, the final game however, he put a sports play that put Alex (the nice team member) as the star

~James (the former co-captain) sexually assulted Emery and in chapter 39 Levi beat up James and exposed he'd been sexually assulting Emery

~Cooper is Levi's friend from the first hospitalization

~Cooper and Alex are dating-was never directly said nor well known by others

Levi

Tuesday [some time in January] 1:12 pm

Today was the grand adventure I've been dreading--an outing with my mom.

Today we were going to the mall to shop for new shoes—with laces. I have officially given the prestigious approval to wear tennis shoes with laces.

Haven't self harmed in a few weeks and have not tried to kill myself since that night at the party.

I'm still in the hospital, I stay there throughout the week and attend classes but I get weekends at home (not allowed out however..

While I was physically sitting alone, leaning back in my seat and periodically sipping my iced slushie--my mom was hovering a few feet away..

She was however, on the phone which by her frustrated expression confirmed the rumors. Tom Cerlton was trying to post bail. As much as I want him to rot in jail, I can assume his life is ruined.

I'm not supposed to know-the doctors scared that will send me into a tail spin.

And to be honest they should be worried. The thought that my dad will be pardoned implies that he was right to punish me and beat me and—breathe.

My cognitive behavioral therapists told me in these situation to achknowledge the thought and tell it not now.

Which was Stupid and 9/10 times did not work.

My thoughts can't be dismissed-the only time they ever paused was in the-

Shit.

I suck.

But then the thoughts did stop-abruptly like a driver slamming on its breaks when someone attempting suicide steps in front.

I had to blink once...twice..three times. His eyes were wide like a deer in headlights, his face growing an intense shade of red. He pushed away the figure embracing and kissing him.

Our eyes connected and I wondered what he would do. His look was horror, shock, and embarrassed.

In that moment I couldn't decide whether to run towards or away. Whether I was happy or sad.

It was Alex-the running back from the football team. The one decent person on the team.

The one person who, to the best of my knowledge, cared for me.

The other figure quickly glanced over his shoulder, obviously perplexed. That face too, I recognized which slammed a different sensation of emotions into my chest.