Fated to Them (book 1+2)

Chapter 35

Read Fated to Them by Jessica Hall Chapter 35 – “Who the f**k are you, get out of my house” She

screams thrashing but he doesn’t let go, he even cops a smack in the side of the head but he pushes

her toward the chair in the lounge room forcing her into a chair she tries to get up. When he yells at her. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“You dare hit your mother and sister when they have done nothing but try to help you and raise your kid

because you are incapable to do it” He screams at her leaning over her.

“You don’t even know me, so get out” She screams pointing to the door. I see my mother pick up the

house phone to call the police.

Maya was still crying upstairs.

“You are upsetting your daughter now sit there and shut up” He tells her, but she doesn’t listen instead

trying to get up when he shoves her back.

“You can’t touch me, who do you think you are?” She demands before glaring at me.

“This your new f**k toy sis got a keeper right there” She snaps at me. The doorbell rings, my mother

answering it thinking it is the police only to discover Cyrus.

“Everything alright?” He asks, stepping in. He looks around the room, my sister breathing rapid as she

tries to find a way to escape. Not finding one she starts screaming and fighting again. Hitting Eli’

“Taylor stop this” My mother cries to her trying to get through to her.

“I can’t do this; I can’t do this no more” She says walking off. I hear her go upstairs no doubt to try and

console Maya. Eli keeps her restrained until the police come, they arrest her, and we find out she also

had outstanding warrants. They take her away kicking and screaming, the neighbours coming out the

front to see what the commotion is whispering amongst themselves. The day barely started, and l

already felt drained, it was way too early in the morning to wake up to yelling.

Walking inside, I let my mother know she is gone. Maya had stopped crying, but it was clear my mother

wouldn’t be going in to work today nor would Maya be going to school. Eli and Cyrus staying but

remaining quiet just observing everything that was going on and not interfering. I was grateful because

the last thing I needed was dealing with them.

“Coffee?” I ask turning the kettle.

“I will make them get ready for work,” Eli says. I nod walking upstairs and grabbing my clothes before

walking into the bathroom and turning on the shower. My sister is gone and now the emptiness and

guilt sets in, being alone I cry. My tears silently dripped down the drain.

I hated this part of d**g addiction to the point when you just can’t see them getting better, when you feel

like you’re hurting them when you have to resort to calling the police on them, watching them being

dragged away. Watching your loved one wither away to an addiction is like watching them slowly k**l

themselves, on repeat as you watch the person you love with everything become a stranger to you.

We have been down this road with her for years now, first we didn’t understand it, my mother trying to

look for where she went wrong, blaming herself for the way she was. Then trying to help only for it to

fail. Then comes the anger when you watch time and time again how they sabotage themselves, as

well as letting you down. Then the guilt comes, when you just don’t have the energy to keep doing it .

then fear, fear every night that you would have the police knock on your door telling you they found

them d**d in a gutter somewhere, so then you start the entire process again, trying to help but nothing

sticks.

I know from watching her deteriorate over the years that this will end in us burying her, because we

don’t know how to save her. That is what d**g addiction is, that is what living with it is like. It doesn’t just

k**l them, it kills you every time you see them taking a small piece each time until you give up and you

walk away, or you bury them.

Some get clean, while others don’t. I always loved hearing stories of those that managed to bring

themselves back, they used to give me hope for her, but now I just can’t envision her coming back to

us.

Pulling myself together I wash myself before getting out. Drying myself I dress quickly before wrapping

my hair in a towel and walking out to my bedroom. I quickly blow dry my hair when I see Cyrus walks

into my mother’s room with a coffee.

“Thank you dear” I hear her say just as I cut off the hair dryer. My sister’s handprint welted in my skin. I

grab my makeup bag just as he walks in placing a cup on my dresser.

“Thanks” I tell him while digging through my makeup bag for my foundation. He grips my chin forcing

me to meet his gaze… He turns my face looking at the mark my sister left.

“Are you okay?” He asks, running his thumb over my bottom lip. I look away turning back to the mirror.

“I am fine, I will be down in a minute” I tell him, hoping he will go. He doesn’t instead closes the door.

“What are you doing?” I ask confused when he grabs my wrist pulling me to him. He wraps his arm

around me holding me close resting his chin on my head. I let him crush me against him waiting for him

to let go.

“I am not letting go until you hug me back” I hear him say kissing my head. I roll my eyes before

wrapping my arms around his waist.

“I saw that,” He says, making me pull back and look at him.

“The mirror, next time you want to roll your eyes don’t do it in front of a mirror” He chuckles before

kissing my head. I shake my head at him, a smile playing on my lips.

“See you humans can all be fixed with hugs” He says smiling back at me.

“Such emotional creatures” He mutters.

“So you don’t feel emotions now?” I ask him, applying my foundation. He watches before taking the

brush off me.

“Leave that c**p off, makes your skin look weird” He says before using my wet towel to wipe it off.

“Ah people will stare” I tell him pointing to my cheek.

“It’s hardly noticeable, just leave your hair down. Besides no one is on our floor anyway” He says

wiping the remainder of the foundation off.

“Better” He states before kissing me and catching me off guard. I feel his tongue trace my bottom lip,

my lips part, his tongue moving between my lips as he pulls me closer deepening the k**s, his tongue

playing with mine, my arms going around his neck as I tug him closer.

His hands go to my hips before he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed me

against my dresser, his lips moving to my neck as he n**s and s***s on the skin of my neck, the strange

sparks moving over my skin, making my skin heat. The door opens and I freeze when I realise it is just

Eli. He smirks and I try to place my legs down so I can stand but Cyrus just pulls me closer.

“I was wondering what was taking so long,” He says, stepping closer and kissing my shoulder. Sparks

moving over my skin where he touched, his lips on my skin making me shiver.

“We should probably go” I tell them and Cyrus sighs before putting me down. My face flushing with

what I just allowed. Yet I couldn’t wrap my head around the feelings they invoked. I know I should fear

them, and I do but is it irrational to still want them? My mind was torn. It didn’t help that my body felt

crazed around them.

“You’re supposed to feel like that, don’t be embarrassed Addie” Eli says, kissing my cheek.

“Come we should go” Cyrus says, opening the door. I grab my heels following them before saying

goodbye to my mother.

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