When They See Us (Book 1.0)

Chapter Thirteen

As I'm grabbing blankets and making sure the room is nice for her, my dad walks in and sits on the bed. She pats the spot next to her for me to sit, and I comply. I fidget with my fingers and gaze at the floor.

"I saw her getting a little bag of cocaine from someone at the back-to-school party. I wanted to talk to you then, but I didn't want her to get into any trouble... why didn't you tell me she was suffering? That she was an addict? And that she was getting worse?"

"Princess, it wasn't my place to tell you. You are stubborn and didn't see her when she needed you. That was your best friend baby girl, and if you think that the baggy of cocaine was the only problem that girl has in her life, you are sadly mistaken." I look up at her confused. "If this is what you really want to do, help her, then you need to actually commit to it. Stop caring about what everyone else around you thinks in that school Adelaide. Show her you care."

"But I really do care, Dad."

"I know. Your mother and I have always known. Why do you think I asked you to walk with her? You just needed a little push," she says, shoving my shoulder. I chuckle and push her back.

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet. Getting her here is just the beginning love. Her withdrawal will be much worse." I sigh and nod my head, confident that I will stick by her side. "Alright, get ready and take the car to get her."

I huff and fall back against the mattress, "But I haven't even slept yet. I just got home."

"Who's fault is that for staying out all night partying. Where is Gina anyways?"

"She ditched me for Amber."

"The cheerleader?"

"Mhmm." I hum through my yawning.

"Yup, saw that coming."

"Did she come to talk to you about it?"

She makes a zipping motion against her lips and walks away. I roll my eyes, annoyed that she can't tell me anything that happens during office hours. I walk to my room, take off the angel costume, and take a shower. It's not a short one either. I want to let Macy sleep off the high as much as she can before I get there. The thought of me getting there and her shutting the door in my face scares me. That isn't the only thing bothering me though.

While I'm getting ready, my mind races, and my thoughts consume me.

What if I can't let what others think to go?

Can I even help her through this?

What if she pushes me away and gets worse?

I was overthinking everything and terrified that if I couldn't change and help to save her from this nasty disease, it would all be for nothing.

After a long and hot shower and getting dressed in some sweatpants, I get into the car and drive to Macy's house. I don't usually wear stuff like this outside of the house, but in this moment, I'm so tired I could be wearing a black trash bag, and it wouldn't ruffle my feathers. As long as at the end of this car ride, she is standing there on her doorstep with her bags packed waiting for me.

I turn down her street, and a smile forms on my face seeing exactly that. I try to hide my excitement that she made the right choice. My smile falls when I notice her and Daniel wiping away their tears and hugging.

Daniel helps bring her suitcases to the trunk, and I pop it open, getting out of the car to help. When I meet them back there, I can tell that both of them have been crying. Daniel turns to me.

"Just take care of her, please?" His voice is raspy and low. "I'm sorry that I'm not strong enough. Please get her the help she needs, and I promise to make sure they don't find out she left so she can go to college." I nod at him, and he turns to Macy. "And I promise to stay away Mays. I will try to get the right help this time." He hugs her with tears streaming down his face. His words dawn on me, and I realize that he is an addict as well. As long as they are together, they won't get the help they need, they only feed off each other's drug dependence. It makes me wonder what happened to make them both like this. They break from their hug, and Macy gets into the passenger side of the car. Looking out the window as we drive away from Daniel.

"Hi," I say, smiling at her. She doesn't answer and instead turns back to the window; I thought we were on good terms after last night. I mean, she decided to come live with us. I guess I was wrong to assume.

She begins to chew on her sleeve. It's a nervous habit that I hate, but I think it's cute too because she does it a lot around me. Which means I make her nervous. Right?

I reach to take her sleeve out of her mouth, but she pulls it out herself. "Don't... touch me."

"What is it with you and not liking people touching you?"

"None of your business."

"Whatever, just stop chewing on your sleeve. You've had that same habit since you were ten."

That earns a chuckle out of her. "Yeah? Because you remember what I was like when I was ten?"

"Actually, I do. I remember how we'd play at the park, and your mother would push you on the swing." She tenses up at the subject of her mother, and her amused smile goes away. It bugs me that I don't know the full story behind what happened to her mother. She returns her gaze to the window to watch the road.

We arrive at my place after what seems like an eternity of driving due to the awkward silence. I help her in bringing her belongings into the house, and she looks around in amazement. She, however, remains silent on the subject. She simply enters the room I show her to and locks herself in. The subject of her mother may have struck a nerve, so I'll let her be alone until she's ready to come out.