Chapter 35: Overdose

Sebastian's POV

My heart was in my throat as I knocked on the door. I wasn't sure if I would be going home alive.

Luckily or unluckily for me her mom answers the door.

"Sebastian," she said evenly. "Hello."

"Hi Mrs.Woods," I tried my best to maintain eye contact with her.

"How are you?"

"I'm doing fine."

"I assume you're here to talk to my daughter?" She raised her eyebrows.

"If you would allow me ma'm."

"Well if it were my husband you'd be dead already. But it's not so come on in," she opened the door wider and I cautiously stepped inside, glancing around for her dad.

"He's out," she supplied. "You can go on up to her room."

"Thank you," I started up the stairs when she stopped me.

"And Sebastian? If you ever hurt my daughter again I'll kill you myself."

I gulped but nodded. Her room door was slightly ajar and I peeked in.

Her eyes were red and it honestly looked like she hadn't combed her hair at all. Her lips were chapped and she licked them while scrolling through her phone. She pulled the blanket up to cover herself more. There was no shine in her eyes or smile on her face. She just looked dull.

I did that to her. I hurt her and it was killing me inside.

"Are you gonna go inside or continue standing there like a creep outside my sisters door?" I looked down and her brother was frowning up at me.

"Ummm I'm gonna go inside..."

"She's sad because of you you know."

"I know. But I want to fix things so she's not sad anymore."

"You better," he glared at me. "Or I'll shoot you with my nerf gun."

Alright so her whole family hated me then.

He shot me one last look before marching off. I gathered whatever courage I had left and pushed her door open.

"Daniel I love you but for the thousandth time I told you to leave me-" she looked up.

Her phone slipped out of her hand.

"What're you doing here?" She whispered horrified.

"Your mom let me in."

"She can't be trusted," I heard her mumble. Then she looked away from me. "I don't want you here. Go away."

"I can't leave Cheyenne. Not until you listen to me."

"I don't want to listen! Just go!"

"Well you're going to listen anyway," I stepped closer to the bed. She scooted further back.

"Why should I? So you can lie to me some more?"

"No so I can explain."

"Explain what! You pushed me away. You broke up with me! You cheated! You lied! Not me! You!"

"I know that!" I yelled. "I know and I'm sorry! There's not a day that goes by that I don't wish I could take it all back. But I can't Cheyenne. All I can do is try to fix things."

"There's nothing left to fix," she shook her head defeatedly.

"Cheyenne," I stepped even closer. "You need to understand something. I love you. I will always love you. And no matter what you say, no matter what you do, I will never stop loving you. I will never let you go. I'll follow you to the ends of the fucking earth. I don't care if it takes ten or twenty years. I'll wait. I'll do everything I can so you can forgive and trust me again. Because," a lump formed in my throat. "Because a man only finds a good woman once in his life. You're it for me Cheyenne. No one else. And I know I screwed up. I made a mistake. And I'll regret it for the rest of my life. That girl, she meant nothing to me. But you mean everything."

"Stop it," she cried, tears running down her face. "Stop saying those things. You're making it hard for me to be mad at you."

"That's the point baby," I took a chance and intertwined our fingers together. She didn't flinch or pull away. Her legs were hanging off the bed and I was standing in front of her.

"I still hate you," she sniffled.

"I know."

"And you're not forgiven."

"I know that too."

"Good," she wiped at her eyes. I was surprised when she wrapped her arms around me and buried her face in my chest. I squeezed her tightly and kissed the top of her head.

We weren't completely fixed.

But we weren't completely broken either.

Krystal's POV

"So you guys are talking again?"

"Yeah."

"But you're not back together?"

"Nope."

"So...what are you?"

"I don't know," Cheyenne sighs. "On one hand I want to get back with him but I'm scared to let myself go again."

"I feel you," I nod understandingly.

"What about you and Reese? Are you guys official?"

"We're complicated," I stuff my face in a pillow. "I love him and he loves me but there's no title. Plus there's the fact that I lied to him and he's still a little upset. Sometimes he'll bring it up jokingly but I know he's still mad."

"How's he feeling about fatherhood?"

I tell her about the conversation we had the other day.

"Reese?"

"Mhm?" He asks while absentmindedly running his hands through my hair.

"How do you-how do you feel about the baby? I mean becoming a dad?" There was silence and I was nervous to look at him.

"Honestly? I'm afraid Krystal, I don't think I'm exactly father material or a good role model."

"Why do you think that?" I finally looked up at him.

"Why? You can't be serious. Because I'm pretty much a huge fuck up. Parents don't like me, and I'm not good with kids. I don't want our child to grow up and hate me but I feel like that might happen."

"Reese... I'm scared too. I'm not exactly role model material either. I can be vain, shallow, and I'm just not a good person in general. But at least we can be horrible parents together."

He laughed. "I'm not sure that's something to joke about."

"I know," I laid my head on his chest. "But you know what I think? I think you'll be a great dad. You just don't know it yet."

"That was pretty much it," I finish.

"Well best of luck to the both of you."

"Hey Cheyenne," I bite my lip. "I'm really sorry I didn't tell you about Sebastian. I should've told you as soon as I found out."

"I was mad at first," she admits. "Really pissed actually. How could you call yourself my friend and not tell me? Then I realized that no matter who told me it didn't change how I was going to react. Finding out in front of the whole school wasn't ideal but I think if I hadn't he would've never admitted to it. I also understand you didn't want to be the one to deliver news like that."

"Yeah. Alexis is a bitch. And if I ever see her again after I have my baby I'm punching her in the fucking face."

"Are you serious?" Cheyenne sat up laughing.

"Dead serious. Reese taught me how to deliver a good punch."

"Again seriously?"

"Yep. I asked him."

She clutched her side laughing hysterically. "Make sure you punch her extra hard for me."

I salute her. "Will do."

Kimora's POV

I'm back in the Red Club. The music intoxicates me and I feel alive.

"You're so hot," a guy whispers to me at the bar. He reached for me and I pushed him away while flashing a smile.

"No hello?"

"Playing hard to get eh?" He grinned.

I ignored him, slid off the stool and made my way back to the dance floor. He followed me and pulled me to him, kissing down my neck. I pulled away.

"Don't be like that," he fake pouted.

"You could at least buy me a drink," I crossed my arms.

"Or we could just skip that," he tried to kiss me and I shoved him.

"I said no!"

"Oh come on you dirty slut. I know you'll do it with anyone. You're the whore around here."

"Yeah that'll definitely make me have sex with you," I roll my eyes. "Fuck off."

"Whatever bitch," he spat before storming off.

I got bored of dancing and drinking so I went outside for some fresh air. There were a couple people outside popping pills, snorting lines, and injecting themselves. I shivered as one pressed a needle to his arm. I hated needles.

I recognized one of the people as Ramona, not from my group program but the Ramona I met when I first came.

She nodded when she caught me looking and I sat down by her.

"Wanna do a line?" She asked in her thick accent.

"Sure."

I snorted up three lines before leaning back and waiting for the high to come. For some reason it was taking longer than usual. Maybe because I had done so much coke in the last month I was growing a tolerance. Irritated I did a couple more lines. And more.

"I'll be-I'll be right back," I got up and stumbled into the street. I felt sick and laid down pressing my face against the cool ground. My head felt foggy and my vision was hazy. 

"Someone help," I croaked out even though no one could hear me.

I was alone.

My mind flashed back to Charles party and the girl who had overdosed. Was that how'd they find me?

When you're dying you come to realize many things. What you should've done, what you shouldn't have. I reflected on my life in the last few months and I felt truly ashamed and dirty.

Who had I even become?

I'm sorry.

Then there was nothing.

Cheyenne's POV

"I think I know what I want to do after high school."

"Really?"

"Yeah I want to work with kids. Maybe have my own daycare or become a teacher. Having younger siblings has taught me a trick or two. Plus, I actually enjoy being with children."

"Didn't I tell you the answer would appear to you?" Sebastian grinned smugly.

"Oh shutup."

It was late evening and Sebastian and I were sitting on the porch swing in front of my house. Things were still a little tense between us, well actually a lot, but at least now we were able to hold a conversation without me feeling like I wanted to kill him. Sometimes it was hard, I just wanted us to go back to how we were, but trust isn't an easy thing to just gain back.

"So you'd be getting a degree in child care?"

"Pretty much."

"What college do you wanna go to?"

"I haven't gotten that far yet," I sighed.

"Well don't worry. I'm sure the-"

"Answer will come to you, I know I know," I mocked him.

"That wasn't rude at all," he said frowning but his eyes said he wasn't offended.

I looked down the block and saw Kimora's parents hurriedly getting into a car. I wondered where they were off to in such a rush. My phone rang and I checked the caller ID. Krystal.

"Hey. What's up?"

"You need to get down to the hospital right now."

"What's wrong? Are you ok?" I shot up and Sebastian looked at me worriedly.

"I'm fine," I breathed a sigh of relief. "Wish I could say the same for Kimora."

My heart dropped.

"What-what do you mean?"

"She was just rushed into the ICU Cheyenne. She overdosed. Marcus and Reese found her in the middle of the road."

"Oh my God," I covered my mouth in shock. "I'll be there a fast as I can." Without waiting for her response I hung up.

"What happened?" Sebastian stood up.

It took me a while for coherent words to come out of my mouth. "Kimora. Hospital. Go."

Luckily he understood. "Come on, I'll drive."

The ride there felt like it took forever. I practically toppled out of the car while it was still moving. Images kept flashing in my head, of a happy smiling Kimora, when we used to be friends, then they turned into images of a church, a casket, and people in black crying.

I didn't want to attend another funeral.

I slammed my hand on the receptionists desk and she looked up startled.

"Is there a Kimora Hyung here?"

"Yes she's in the ICU. Do you need directions there?" I nodded frantically and after the nurse was finished talking sprinted my way there.

I saw her parents first, her mom was crying heavily into the dad shoulders. Krystal was sitting next to Reese, who had his head in his hands. I recognized Marcus, who was leaning up against the wall frowning, and an unknown girl with dirty blonde hair and glasses crying.  

"Is she ok?" I came up to Krystal.

"We don't know yet, the doctors haven't told us anything."

I pulled her aside and gestured to Reese. "Is he ok?" I whispered.

"I don't think he's taking this very well. It's bringing back some bad memories."

We all waited there for hours, no one moving. At some point the crying had subsided to just sniffles. The atmosphere was stuffy and thick, everyone was on edge. I called my parents to let them know what was going on. Sebastian had just come back from the restrooms when a doctor finally came up to us.

"Mr and Mrs. Hyung?"

"Yes?" Her dad spoke immediately.

"We were able to pump most of the drugs out of Kimora's body. Thankfully she was found earlier or she would've died. Unfortunately despite that your daughter has slipped into a coma."

Her mom let out a strangled cry.

"We have hope that she'll come to but for now she's on life support. But if she doesn't wake up soon she'll die from organ failure. Even though we were able to get most of the drugs out of her system they did some heavy damage. And if she does wake up she'll need a liver transplant."

"My baby!" her mother collapsed sobbing and her husband knelt next to her. "I'm so so sorry!"

My eyes watered and I furiously wiped them. Krystal didn't even try to hide her tears even though she wasn't a good friend of Kimora's. I was going to blame this on her hormones.

Kimora could die. She just couldn't.

We hadn't even had a chance to make up yet.

Reese's POV

"Baby you've been here for days now," Krystal sat next to me. "Staying here isn't going to make her wake up any faster. Go home. Shower. Eat something."

"I did eat."

"A snickers bar isn't food."

"I just can't leave," I admitted. "Besides Marcus, Kimora is one of my only friends. I feel like I owe her this much after she's dealt with all my shit."

"I know and I love that you care so much but I'm worried about your health."

"I'm fine," I insisted. "You should go home and rest. I don't want you to strain yourself."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm very capable of being here thank you very much."

"Yeah but the baby's due any week. You should be relaxing."

"I will relax. Later."

"Krystal go home."

"I will once you eat a proper meal."

She sat there defiantly and I gave in. "Fine."

After making sure I ate every morsel of the hospital spaghetti she left and I went back to waiting. Her mom hadn't left since the first day either but unlike me she was allowed to be in the room with Kimora.

Sometime in the afternoon Cheyenne came with flowers. She stepped into Kimora room and came out about ten minutes later. Her eyes were red and she sat next to me.

"Hi."

"Hi," I spared her a quick glance.  We sat in silence before she spoke again.

"Do you'll think she'll wake up?"

I didn't answer.

"It's just that-" she paused. "All this has made me realize how stupid our fight was. Maybe this whole time I've been the selfish one, making it all about me. I never listened to her at all or asked if she was ok. And now," she choked on a sob. "I may never get to speak to her again."

"Krystal's party," I looked at her.

"What?"

"At her parents New Year's Eve party she talked about you the entire time. Frankly I got annoyed but I could hear in her voice how much she missed you guys friendship." I stared up at the ceiling.

"Kimora's a fighter. She'll wake up. I'm sure of it."

"You're right," Cheyenne nodded. "We just have to have faith."

Because sometimes, a little faith goes a long way.

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