CHAPTER 59- Try it

Izzy's POV 

        The bottle in my backpack felt heavy as I walked down the street half-drunk trying not to fall over. I knew my mom would kill me if she saw me in this state, so I decided to just walk around trying to sober up a bit before I went back. A few teenagers had noticed me as I walked laps around the huge park, and as I passed the group one of them called out to me. 

"You know you're goin' in circles right?" 

I looked up, a girl was walking towards me, she was dressed in all black ripped clothes with tattoos covering her chest and arms. Despite her intimidating outside, her eyes were light and full of humor. 

"Yeah, just trying to clear my head." 

She smiled, flashing a full set of pearly white teeth, "Well you can sit with us for a bit, our bark is worse than our bite if you know what I mean." 

I nodded, and followed her over to where the group of other teens dressed in black were. 

"I'm Pam by the way, Pam Devito. You?" 

I raised an eyebrow at the ordinary name for such an extraordinary girl, but decided not to question it.

"Izzy."

She nodded and smiled again, "Izzy huh? Cool name. We used to have an Iz, before he went and got caught up in some stupid shit that we don't fuck with. But you don't look stupid, are you stupid?" 

A bit overwhelmed, I shook my head and she nodded, the same sly smile spreading across her thin face. 

"Well that's good. I don't like stupid people, they cause drama. You got drama?" 

She dropped down on the couch and pulled me next to her. 

"Tons." 

The group laughed at my response and Pam lifted a beer bottle, "Cheers to that kid."

A kid dressed in a shirt that displayed a rock singer looking as if he were in an immense pain handed me a brown stick-like object that was smoking. I knew enough about the high school scene to recognize it as weed. 

"You want a hit?" 

I looked at Pam who shrugged, "It's a natural pain reliever, and it's not laced. Try it, what could go wrong?" 

I shrugged and put my mouth on one end, trying not to think about the amount of mouths before me a sucked in. 

I nearly coughed up a lung. 

Once the others had finished howling with laughter, Pam showed me the right way to do it and suddenly I was laughing right along with the others about everything, a bird flying, a girl running, and the best one yet, a man falling on rollarblades which a blonde haired guy by the name of Spike kept reenacting over and over again, but each time it somehow got funnier. 

"Shit guys we should head back. Izzy you need a ride anywhere? Mark is sober and clean." 

I shook my head, "My house is only a few blocks over. I'll be fine." 

Pam took my phone and typed in a number, "Text me when you're home and safe. We take care of each other round here alright?" 

She clapped me on the shoulder and soon they all piled into a van, peeling off and I now felt happy I declined Pam's offer for a ride home as they went peeling around the corner. 

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        Once I finally made it home, the sound of screaming reached my ears. My mom and dad were fighting again. Plugging my ears, I walked into my bedroom and decided to skip the whole 'where were you what are you talking about we weren't just screaming'  conversation and went right for my bedroom, showering quickly before climbing into bed. Once my door was shut the soundproofing helped with the yelling as I was quickly able to fall asleep. 

~*Demi's POV*~ 

"Wilmer I know it's yours! Just fucking own up to it and I'll be less pissed!" I yelled, brandishing the empty vodka bottle. 

"Demi I don't know where that came from I promise! I didn't drink that!" 

I rolled my eyes, "And I'm supposed to fucking believe that? Wilmer you're the only one in this fucking household that drinks or has access to alcohol! Who else would it be?!" 

He threw his hands in the air, "I don't know?! I swear Demi it wasn't me!" 

Suddenly, I didn't feel like fighting anymore, and just sat on the bed, burying my head in my hands. 

"I don't know what to believe anymore Wilmer." 

He sat beside me and pulled me into his chest, allowing me to sob into his shoulder. 

"Demi it wasn't me, maybe it was one of the housekeepers, but it wasn't me. You know i'm trying to stop, and that is from my liquor cabinet, so someone must've gone in there." 

I didn't want to fight anymore, so I pulled laid back on the bed, pulling him with me and curling into his side. His hands traced light patterns into my lower back and I could feel my once ragged breathing evening out. The bed was suddenly very comfortable, and as I snuggled closer to him I knew it would only be seconds before I was out again.

"Wilmer it isn't just about these bottles, I think we do need to go back to the ground rules. Just.... just go. Please." 

He wiped my face with his big hands and leaned in, pressing our lips together passionately, "You've respected the space I need so I'll respect yours. I'll see you in the morning Hermosa." 

Just as he pulled away I grabbed his neck and kissed him deeply again, breathing hard when it broke. 

"I'm sorry, I just want to be alone right now." 

When Wilmer left I curled up into a ball, I knew it wasn't good how much I was depending on him lately, so I needed time for myself. This had happened before, during my recovery I'd leaned so much on him that when things got too hard and we broke it off I felt empty inside, making me more depressed than ever. I had to learn how to function on my own and once Wilmer and I got back together for good, it was a better relationship, a better life, for both of us. And that's what I needed right now, to be alone with my thoughts. 

No matter how dangerous that may be. 

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