Fated to Them (book 1+2) novel 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.

“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.