-SIN'S POV-

"What?"

Catalina whispers, her eyes filled with the pain of the betrayal, her hand loosening its grip on mine. She doesn't just bite, but gnaws on her lip, as her mind process is written across her face- a beautiful portrayal of the aftermath of backstabbing.

"You're lying. That's not fucking funny. You can't accuse Rhi of that. She wouldn't do that to me. She wouldn't. Why are you lying?" She replies, crossing her arms.

I shake my head, placing a hand on her thigh. "I wish I was lying, little red. I'm sorry."

"How? How was she even? What? It makes no sense, Sin. This is just Beth the bitchface trying to ruin my life again. Rhiannon wouldn't do that- it's literally the most absurd thing that ever came out of your fucking mouth. She knows how hard it is for me to open up and she knows how upset I've been about the lack of response. She wouldn't do that to me. She wouldn't."

"Look, I don't know why she lied to you. But Elizabeth said she explained why she did it." I reply sadly, rubbing her thigh gently.

Lina's face sinks, the melancholiness evident across her entire appearance. Her beautiful eyes widen, her lips fall low as her head slightly creases with an extreme frown of her eyebrows. I notice her pupils look down, her hand shaking slightly.

But then she takes a breath, shakes my hand off her thigh and smiles, lifting her chin up.

"Well the two-faced bitch can tell me now. I'm going to her room and she can explain what the fuck she did that for, why the fuck she lied to me and then she'll get a fuck of a slap. You coming?"

"It's okay to be upset, Lina, you don't need to get all defensive..." I whisper.

She laughs. "Upset? Me? Never. I'm pissed off, thats what I am. So I'm getting dressed and I'm talking to her- with or without you."

"For fucks sake, I'm coming. Be nice, Catalina, she's leaving for her honeymoon today."

When we're both ready, we leave Lina's room one at a time. It was her idea, I'm not sure why- anyone around the room would have heard that we were together last night.

Catalina looks fucking beautiful; she always does. She's wearing knee high black boots, a tight black skirt with a burgundy turtleneck and leather blazer. Her hoops are bigger than my hand, proving she's ready to kick ass.

But I don't want her to, and I know that deep down, she doesn't want to either. Rhiannon is her best friend, she just feels betrayed, which is completely understandable. I just don't want her to do something she regrets.

"Knock knock!" Catalina calls, banging on the lovers suite at the top floor.

Brandon is the one to open the door, in a white dressing gown labelled with Mr. His hair is ruffled, a glow radiating from his face.

"Someone's had a good night." I laugh, eyeing him up and down.

Lina crosses her arms, glaring at me. "Don't act like you didn't. Where's your wife?"

"Rhi? She's in the shower."

"Brilliant. Get her out." Lina orders, storming into their expensive, elegant and elongated room.

Brandon invites me in, closing the door behind us.

"What happened? You two slept together? Why's she on a mission to pull my wife out of her shower?"

"Look, we'll talk about our nights in a minute. This isn't good, man. We know about the voicemail. I'm pissed, but I wasn't gonna say shit till after the honeymoon. I kinda understand it, if I'm being honest. But Lina... I'm not so sure."

"Fuck you mean, voicemail? What are you talking about?" Brandon replies, confused.

His answer seems to arrive, as Catalina drags in a soaking wet Rhiannon, her arms still decorated in soap suds. Luckily, a towel modestly wraps round her waist.

"You're crazy, Cat. I was in the fucking shower! I need to get ready for my honeymoon, is everything okay?"

"I know you deleted the voicemail. What the fuck, Rhi? I thought you got over being a bitch when you were sixteen. Why the fuck would you do that to me?" Lina yells, glaring at Rhiannon.

Rhiannon bites her lip. "I'm so sorry. I meant to tell you. Let me explain, please, before you hate me. I came into the pub to check in Sin. He was so hurt after you left him, Cat. He spiralled so badly and I know you did too, I understand you completely- I've seen it all with you. Lizzie and Taylor were hovering over Sin's phone. I was gonna go off on one, but as I got over there Taylor shook his head at Elizabeth and walked off. I questioned the bitch, wondering what was happening. She knew Sin's password, she declined your call and was about to listen to your voicemail. We listened together. I told her to delete it. Elizabeth liked Sin, Cat. It was pure and innocent, it wasn't some karmic bond like you two have. You guys were so wrong and so right for each other, I thought I was helping! Elizabeth felt too bad though, so..."

"So you deleted it. And lied to me. And let me cry to you, let me ruin myself all over again because of you? I hated myself and you knew that, but you never said shit." Catalina spits, her eyes burning with rage.

Rhiannon raises her arms in a surrender motion. "Because of this! Because of this reaction! I wanted to tell you, Cat, and you Sin. You're both my best-friends, I was just trying to help you. I'm so sorry. I love you both so much."

"I understand, Rhi. We'll talk about it after your honeymoon, okay? We undersand it, don't we?" I look at Lina, urging her to agree.

Lina sighs, her face sympathising. She bites her lip, looking between Rhiannon and I.

"Yep. Okay. Fine. I get it. I completely get that you're a two-faced bitch. Have a brilliant honeymoon, I hope your plane crashes, you lying cunt." She smiles, grabbing my hand and dragging me out the room.

I shake my head, mouthing a sorry to the newly weds. Rhiannon and Brandon are some of my closest friends. I feel betrayed by what she did, but I also sort of understand it.

They will have an amazing honeymoon and when they are safely home, we will all sit down and talk about it. It gives me time to calm Catalina down, I can make everything okay for her.

"Lina, grab your stuff from your room. We're going home."

"Home? I don't have a home, Sin, remember that?" She responds angrily, storming away from my touch.

I laugh. "So we're doing that? The whole someone-hurts-or-upsets-you- so you turn into a complete bitch? Put the boundaries up again, push me out again? Yeah? Well I'm sorry, I'm not doing that. My home is your home."

"No it's not, Sin." She shakes her head, stopping.

I walk towards her, placing my hand on shoulder. "Look at me, little red. We are going to go to your room, grab your shit, then I'm driving you back home. We can watch movies, shit talk people, take Daisy on a walk, I don't care. But I'm not gonna let you go all angry on me and I don't want to leave you by yourself."

"You're so annoying." She whispers, a little smile creeping across her face.

I shrug. "So I've been told."

****
Rhiannon and Brandon left for their honeymoon.

Arianna and Jagger are leaving tomorrow, so for old times sake, I've invited them to sleep over with Lina and I. I also invited Taylor and Annabel, but sadly they have to work.

Lina has spent hours sat on the sofa, mindlessly staring at the television screen. It's worrying, like all of the sudden her spark went out again, the spark we finally managed to relight.

"You okay? Do you want a drink?"

"I'm fine." She replies, changing the channel.

I raise an eyebrow. "I'm making you a hot chocolate. I'm just cooking for when everyone comes, do you want anything?"

"I said I'm fine. I'm just tired. I'm gonna have a nap before everyone comes."

"Cosy up on the sofa. I'll grab your red blanket." I tell her, adding the marshmallows to the hot chocolate.

She has about an hours sleep before Anna and Jagger arrive. She looked so peaceful, curled up with her blanket, her beautiful mop of hair decorating the sofa.

"Morning babe!" Anna calls, sitting gently on Lina's lap.

Lina sits up, yawning. "Bitch."

"My bro, what you been cheffing up for us? I'm excited man, this American diner bullshit is lovely but so unhealthy. Please say you've got me some spaghetti, some pasta. I'm craving carbonora."

"Jagger. It's 10pm. I'm not making dinner mate, I've made a bunch of unhealthy shit. I've got some strawberries?" I chuckle.

He pulls a face. "Strawberries? No thank you. Pass me the chocolatey shit then. I'm practically addicted now."

"He's bullshitting. America has other food then junk. The junk is just better than England's junk." Arianna giggles, before turning back to Lina. "Are you alright babe?"

"Yeah I'm fine. I'm just really tired, that's all. What film we watching?" Lina replies, biting her lip gently.

I frown, an overwhelming feeling of anxiety seeping into me. I hope she's okay.

We lay out the snacks and drinks - hot chocolate for everyone but Jagger, who is on the beer - across the living room floor, making an arranged den of blankets and more, as if we were a group of five year olds.

Minus the beer. Five year olds should not be drinking beer.

Jagger falls asleep after thirty minutes of the first film. Lina dashes upstairs to the toilet, claiming she doesn't like the one downstairs.

"What's up with her then? You guys argue?" Anna asks, raising an eyebrow.

I shake my head. "We um, the opposite, actually. Her and Rhi though, there was this thing..."

"Right! You can press play, I'm back bitches!" Lina grins from the door, her mood suddenly uplifted.

I smile, glad she's feeling more like herself again. She lays between Arianna and I.

Around twenty minutes after, I notice Lina's leg beginning to significantly twitch. Around forty minutes after, I notice her eyes begin to twitch. Around an hour after, that's when her jaw starts going.

"Are you fucking pinging right now?" I hiss into her ear, in an attempt to stop Arianna from hearing.

She smiles, pressing her head onto mine. "I love you, Sin. Love you Anna."

"Love you too babe. I think I'm gonna steal Jagger's blanket, I'm exhausted. You two can go upstairs, I don't mind, honestly."

"We won't leave you!" Lina shakes her head, but her jaw shakes thirty times harder.

I sigh, mouthing a thank you to Anna, as I place my hands on Lina's shoulders. I walk her upstairs and into my room, placing her gently on the bed.

Her pupils are extremely dilated, her jaw constantly going. She needs to stay hydrated, but I need to make sure it's not too much, so I give her the half empty water bottle from my bedroom side.

"What are you playing at, Lina? I thought you had stopped this, beautiful. This isn't okay, your serotonin levels are going to drop." I whisper, stroking her face.

She shakes her head. "They already have, Sin. But when I'm with her, I'm happy! Molly makes me so happy and so free. You should take some. We can be happy and free together. I love you, Sin, you know that right? I love you so much. I love you I love you!"

"You shouldn't be this high. Your body should be used to them. How many did you take?" I reply, checking her head.

Lina grins. "Just two, don't worry. Blue, like the smurfs."

"You took two blue punishers? Cat? Are you fucking joking? One of them is enough to kill somebody, do you hear me? What the fuck were you thinking? What the fuck? You need to be sick. You need to be sick. You need to be sick."

"Calm down, Sin. You're being overdramatic." She responds with an attempt at an eye roll- it being an attempt as her eyes are already rolling.

I kick my bed. I rush to my wardrobe, finding the yellow plastic bowl I have inside.

"Take this. Be sick."

"Sin, you need to calm down." She replies, her words slurred.

I shake my head, raising my voice. "Throw the fuck up, Catalina! This isn't safe! THROW UP!"

"Sin, stop, you're-" she gags, "you're scaring me."

My face softens, sitting beside her, rubbing her back. She thinks I'm being dramatic, but I'm trying to help her. It doesn't matter how much she's had in her system before, every-time is a new experience and every new experience with pills is a new, bigger risk.

"I'm fine, Sin. I love you!" She giggles, the love drug seeping into her brain.

I shake my head, rubbing her back. "Why did you take them, little red? You don't need them to be happy, do you know that?"

"That's the thing, Sin. I do. I feel really cold, are you cold, I'm really cold?"

Pressing my hand against her forehead, I swear under my breath. She's far from cold; she's fucking boiling.

"I know it's gross and uncomfortable but I need you to be sick, okay? I'll tie your hair back," I tell her, sliding the hairband off the wrist, "but it'll help you warmup. Then I'll give you some more water out the wardrobe, okay little red?"

"O..o..okay." She whispers, whilst I tie her back into a ponytail.

Rubbing her back whilst she's sick, I feel my body be taken over with worry.

This was meant to be a good day, we were meant to send Rhiannon and Brandon off to their honeymoon, spend time with Anna and Jagger and discuss what's happening with us.

But it's never simple here, not with her. Not with us.

But she's my addiction.

I just hope I can save her from hers.

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