CHAPTER 85- Oblivious

Demi's POV

I was getting closer and closer to my due date, and although Wilmer and I had been through this twice before, he was getting increasingly annoying. At every sound he would come rushing into the room and ask me in a panic what was wrong. At first it was sort of adorable, how nervous he was, because he wanted to make sure I wasn't in any discomfort. But after two weeks of this, I was more than ready to have this baby.

Even though my annoyance was growing, I still wanted him to be around me all the time, if he was working, I was counting the minutes he would come home. Especially today since it's his last day before he takes a long break so he can be there for me and the babies.

Izzy has been doing better, a lot better actually, since Jake's visit. I don't know what he said to her, but it's working. She's been going to her therapy appointments and not rushing out half-way through with tears in her eyes. I know that her and Saffy are hanging out a lot again, and it makes me happy to know that she's finally got a friend to confide in instead of keeping all of her emotions to herself. I am worried about how she's feeling about having two siblings in the house, but I'm determined to include her in my affection and love, no matter how much she tries to pull away from me.

I was laying in bed, thinking through all this when Wilmer finally got home. He got into a pair of sweatpants, with no shirt on, and laid down next to me, not saying a word as I snuggled into him.

"Hi."

He kissed my forehead, "Hey."

I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, "Can you tell me something?"

Wilmer's hand stroked my back soothingly, "Anything."

I kissed his bare chest, "Tell me everything is going to be okay, that we're going to get through this parenting thing and everything is going to be okay."

He looked down at me, "Are you still worried about that?"

I rolled my eyes, "Wilmer the twins could be twenty and I'll still be worried about that."

He chuckled and kissed my forehead, "Fine. Everything is going to be okay. We're going to be parents again and it's all going to be new and scary, but we're going to have two beautiful babies, and keep our relationship with our amazing teenage daughter, and life is going to be okay."

I sighed, "Promise?"

Wilmer smiled, "Promise."

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Izzy's POV

I've never noticed how completely, totally, oblivious my mom is until now. It's more than easy to sneak behind the building that my therapist is and go to the alley behind the abandoned house to find my dealer. He sells the petty stuff, like weed and alcohol, but this time what I really wanted was something a lot stronger. I took the dirt path behind the building that went on for about five minutes, then made it to the alley. The usual lot was there, a couple stoners, Greg, the drunk, and the two crack addicts who liked to smile, but their teeth could make you run a mile away. Mark, a collected and sober older man, stood in the corner, as if watching his kingdom of destruction.

"Ah, Isabella I was wondering when I'd see you again."

I smiled, I don't dare correct him about my name because he seems to have an air of danger around him that I don't want to get caught in the middle of, "Sorry, my mom's been... hovering."

He held up a hand, "Don't worry about it. I have your usual pickup."

I bit my lip as I took the bottle of jack and the bag of weed, "Do you have anything... special today?"

Mark smiled evilly, "Looking to break out the big guns now? That's a little bold."

I shrugged, "Weed just isn't cutting it anymore. I want something stronger."

He nodded and pulled out a small pill container, "I usually reserve these for my top clients, not these rag dolls here." He nodded towards the stoners and drunks, "So I can make an exception for you, these will make you very... happy."

I looked at the small white pills that were engraved with an actual smiley face, "Ecstacy."

He nodded, "One of these when you're feeling down and you won't know what hit you."

I smiled, "How much."

Mark shrugged, "I'll make you a deal. A Hundred for the lot. Next time it might go down if you're good to me."

I nodded and handed him the money, "I'll see you next week."

He smiled, "You didn't let me finish. I do have some... others."

I looked down at the pills in my hand, "I think I can take this for the week." A spark went through Mark's eyes and suddenly I was very afraid, "Or I can take them now."

Mark nodded, "I think that's in your best interest Isabella. He took a baggie out of his pocket, "You need to be careful with this, very easy to overdose. They're like antidepressants, but with the strength of five of them. It's a lot, but only take one. I don't usually give these to kids because they're so emotional, always wanting to kill themselves. However, their stupidity and incompetence of directions does not weigh on me, and neither will you if you choose not to follow my instructions. Got it?"

I nodded, "How much?"

"Two hundred for the bag."

I sighed and looked in my wallet, I had exactly two hundred left, "Fine. Here. Thank you."

He smiled again, a cold, spine-chilling smile, "It's my pleasure Isabella. I'll see you next week."

I walked back through the sand lot and examined the drugs, they definitely intimidated me, but I needed something like this. I needed not to feel this way anymore. I needed, not to feel at all. The only person who knows I'm feeling this way is Saffy. Of course, she'd scared out of her mind but I know she won't tell my mom. I know how she would react, the only way she knows how to react. She'd cry and yell and somehow, I'd end up in therapy, and if she found out that I'd just bought these drugs, I'd probably be on a one way flight to Louisiana, Timberline Knolls for rehab. As I walked through the woods, I felt somewhat powerful about the knowledge I held over my mom. It was almost comical to me how she thought everything was going great, and that I wasn't constantly high, drunk, relapsing, or some combination of the three. It wasn't like it was obvious, but anyone could suspect that something was up. And once she had the babies, I could get away with even more. I could smoke on my roof like I used to, or now take these pills in my room. I didn't give a shit about being a good example to my younger siblings, I didn't want them to be anything like me. I just wanted to be done with the way I was feeling, and done with life.

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