Page 11 of Apathy
“So, like a good granddaughter, I’m about to get rid of them.”
“How many?” I looked at her. “Is it only one pack?”
“Nah, babe, I have three.” She pulled the three boxes from her bag, wiggling them in front of me.
Perfect.
I turned to Ash, only to realize that he was looking at me already. “Do you have any water with you?”
“You can take them without water. They’re capsules, you won’t taste anything.”
“I know that, smartass. But if I’m swallowing five pills at once, I would rather have some water with me.”
“Skylar!” Kane’s voice boomed through the crypt. I looked at him, annoyed, since I knew the lecture that was about to come. “Do not take those pills.”
Hypocrite. Motherfucking hypocrite.
When he kept drowning in sorrow and despair, chugging two, three, and four bottles of Jack Daniels, all the while snorting cocaine up his nose, I never said anything. Maybe I should’ve. Maybe I should stop this madness we had going on here. He was no one to tell me what to do.
“Fuck off, Kane.”
“I have vodka,” Hailey chirped. “Here.” She pulled the see-through bottle from her backpack and walked toward me, extending it to my waiting arm.
“Thank you.” It was even better than water.
“Are you trying to kill yourself?” Kane asked. He was really starting to get on my fucking nerves.
“If I am, you’ll be the first one to know, babe.”
I turned to Lauren and grabbed the five capsules from her hand. I placed them in my mouth, keeping my eyes plastered on the idiot who kept trying to destroy the entire mood, uncapped the lid on the bottle and placed it to my lips, chugging a hefty amount.
I could feel the capsules sliding down my throat, followed by the burning sensation caused by the clear liquid.
“Atta girl!” Lauren shouted, as the rest of the group started laughing. All but two, but I only cared about one of them at the moment.
Ash’s eyes were plastered on the side of my face, calling me, urging me to look at him, and I did. I turned toward him and smiled as I wiped my mouth on the sleeve of my shirt. “You want some?” I pushed the bottle of vodka toward him, expecting him to refuse.
But he didn’t.
He took the bottle, his long fingers grazing mine, and guzzled a hefty amount. His throat worked as he swallowed, and as he removed the bottle from his lips, I wanted to replace it. I wanted to climb into his lap and learn all of his secrets.
Self-destruction came in many forms. Mine was in the form of guys who would no doubt break my heart, and the drugs that could numb my whole body.
He put the lid back on and placed the bottle on the floor, not once moving his eyes from mine.
“Fuck this shit.” Kane suddenly stood up and started walking toward the exit. “I’m out of here.”
“Kane!” Beatrice screeched and ran after him, while the rest of us stared at the empty doorway.
Hailey started laughing, moving toward the pillar where Kane and Beatrice had been sitting. “That escalated quickly.”
“Don’t start, Hailey,” Rowan warned.
“What?” She crossed her legs, smiling at him. “He’s been behaving like an idiot. What the fuck is that shit?”
They kept arguing, going back and forth over Kane’s behavior, but I zoned them out, picking up the bottle Ash placed on the floor, ready to take another sip.
“Is he your boyfriend?” The voice on my left halted me. “Kane,” Ash clarified when I started gawking at him.
