Twist of Fate - 16. Chapter 16

Chapter 16

How do you tell someone that you want to use drugs after you have already promised that you wouldn’t? Just how… As I sit here with my mind going numb and my body craving for something that is just out of reach. I look around my room and sigh. Everything should be fine, good even. Nothing has really happened.

Over the last week. I have gone back to school. The rumors of what I did or didn’t do flew through the school like water. They have nothing better do apparently. Shrugs I didn’t care because I knew what was true and what wasn’t. I wont confirm or deny what happened. It’s none of their business. At one point and stout girl came up to me and asked pointedly what had happened to me. It’s like really. I don’t know you, therefore go away. And that’s exactly what I told her.

Well things have certainly changed that for sure. My mother was home when Jason dropped me off. He didn’t want to come inside because he didn’t want to feel awkward and out of place. Easy for him to say, I have to live it. So after kissing him goodbye and waiting for him to round the corner, I turned towards my house with a sigh. Ugh, why does this have to feel like a death sentence or death row? With my head dipping low I went up the walkway and opened my front door. The first thing that I heard was silence. Which is a good thing… But then my mother’s voice came from the kitchen, asking if it was I Aiden. I told her it was me.

“I have some issues to pick with you mister?” She says as I walk towards her. She is facing the stove with a spatula of some type in the air. Waving it around as she talks to herself more than me. Eye rolling because it’s not the first time, probably won’t be the last. She turns around as I come more into the room.

“Aiden…” She sighs, “I just don’t know what to do with you, honestly.” She points the spatula at me, “First I would like to say, if you’re going to disappear please please please text or call. You had me worried sick! Second, tell me if you are going to be out all night… Don’t do that again…” She pauses, and then places the spatula down. Comes around the island and hugs me. More like crushes me.

I tapped her on the back, “Mom...” She literally hugging me so tight that I can’t breath correctly. “Mom, loosen.” I struggle to get out.

“Oh… Oh!! Sorry honey. I didn’t mean to squeeze you that tight.” She presses down her blouse and returns to cooking whatever. “Dinner will be done shortly okay? GO up to your room or whatever.” She dismisses me, with a sigh and a shake of the head, I ascend the stairs to my room. Kicking the door closed, I collapse onto my bed and burry my head into the pillow. Digging out my phone I text Jason that it wasn’t as bad as I hoped but the monster isn’t home yet so who knows. I put my phone down just as someone texts me, it was him with a LOL and fingers crossed emoji. He so cute. I text him back saying I miss him already with a sad face emoji. He says same.

I must have dozed off or something because someone poked me in the side making me jerk. “What?” I ask groggily

“Dinners done.” Says my little sister, as she turns around and leaves my room.

With a sigh, I get out of bed, and look at myself in the mirror. Damn I slept hard, my hair is every which way. With a brush I manage to get my hair looking somewhat alright. Going back downstairs I was met with a stern look from my father. But I bypassed him to the kitchen. Sitting down for dinner, everything was quiet, maybe a little too quiet. Once my father came into the room, we look at him with questioning eyes.

“Aiden, if you’re going to just take off and not tell anyone where you at then you will be grounded from leaving this house other than to go to school.” He looks at me, with angry eyes. “Is that understood?” His stare increases

“Yes, I understand what I did was not right. And I shouldn’t have worried mother like that. I’m sorry…” I said

“Good, next time just text or call. Okay son! After what happened to you, I don’t want it to happen again. How are you holding up anyway? Any new bruises or…” He couldn’t finish that last statement because of my sister being present. With a shake of my head, I look down at my plate with embarrassment. “Good, good. Let’s eat then.” He says, maybe hes changing or something. Normally he would yell until he couldn’t anymore, and then would just be quiet. He would still look at you with pissed off angry eyes. But I think that with what has happened to me, he’s trying to give me some room.

“Aiden you have a doctors appointment tomorrow morning so youll be home tomorrow.” My mothers out of the blue

“What kind of doctors appointment?” I ask skeptically

“Well we have to take your Dr. Freeman to check out your body and see how its healing. You don’t have a therapist appointment yet.” She says

“Okay I can handle that.” With a nod of my head

After dinner was done, my family split up. Since mom cooked dinner, I took over doing the dishes. It’s not that hard of a job honestly. Rinse, place in dishwasher, rinse, and place in dishwasher. Just that hard.

“Have you had any episodes Aiden?” My brother asked from behind me. He must have just got home football practice. I can smell his body wash.

“I can’t tell you that…” I ask

“Why..?” He asks

“Because it’s not like you actually care. You have been avoiding me since mom and dad said anything. I know what has happened to me scared you and you didn’t know how to talk to me about it, but I didn’t think you’d just start avoiding me…” I said in a low voice

“I avoided you because I was giving you space. With mom and dad asking you everyday since the incident, I just didn’t want you to get angry at me for asking. I was only looking out for you. I know that if you wanted to talk and they weren’t available, or Jason wasn’t available. You’d talk to me.” I turn around and look at him for a second.

“I’m sorry for being mean. I just didn’t want to be looked down upon. I can handle school giving me grief, I can handle Jason not knowing what to do. I can handle mom and dad’s questions. But you…” I pause “You I don’t know, man. I just didn’t expect you to disappear.” I said turning back around to finish dishes.

“That’s my fault and I’m sorry.” He says in a low whispered voice

“It’s alright Kev… No harm no foul…” I throw a smirk towards him

“Alright well shower time, and then bed. I hate mornings.” He laughs

“I couldn’t agree more…” With that I was left with my thoughts again. I need to start hanging out with my friends again. I need to go see my therapist and talk to her about what has been happening with me lately. At the beginning of finding a therapist we went through so many… like I almost gave up hope that we wouldn’t find one. And then came Ms. Hann, she wasn’t like the others. She didn’t really care why I was there, she didn’t pressure me for answers, and she didn’t deflect the questions that I had back onto myself. She actually just sat there a few sessions with me in quiet, silence. She didn’t pressure me about anything, which I found to be a good thing. I didn’t like doctors or adults always pressuring you to do more, be more, find the answers on your own type thing. That’s why I think I like her so much. Over the last few months, I have stopped the cutting, the searching for ways to kill myself. When I formed my group friends they were what I needed at the time. I still missed Jason like crazy but with help from Ms. Hann and them, I actually started to get over him, and then bam. He showed up back in my life. Taking over the school, being the most popular guy in school… the list could on, serioiusly. However, the one good thing that came out of this was that he feels the same way that I do. It took him a minute to figure out, but I’m glad he did. We are together now. And through all the shit that I have still left to do, I’m glad I can count on him to be there in my corner.

The next day I texted Jason that I wouldn’t be in school due to me having a doctor’s appointment, he texted back saying it’s okay, but he will miss me. I also texted the gang and they replied pretty much the same. On the way to there my mother stops to get us some food, I love her sometimes.

Upon getting to the building I have this overwhelming feeling that, the doctor will say something I might not like.