"We are not leaving this room until you two hash things out, because this has got to stop," Tyler said.
Tyler had dragged Vera down to Alexis's, and then stood himself in front of the door with it locked. He was determined to get their problems co-existing under control, because, quite frankly, Stinko was right. Things had gotten out of hand and it was beginning to affect those around them. Vera was seated on a little stool, while Alexis was on the couch, fidgeting with her fake nails. Neither one had said nary a word since they'd been put in this tiny space together, and Tyler didn't see that changing for a while. But god dammit, he was determined. He'd stand here all night if he had to. Someone had to get Vera to cool her jets, and he figured that that someone was most likely to be him. "Well," he said, sighing, "I'll start then, if neither of you are interested enough to do so. I'll be the adult for once and take the first step. Vera, why are you so adamantly against Alexis in almost every conceivable way one could be? What, really, has she done to hurt you? She hasn't damaged the companies reputation. She gets her work done, the kids love her, and that's all that matters. There's been virtually no complaints, save one overprotective mother who was more likely just a bitch than someone with an actual legitimate concern, so where do your issues with her lie?" Vera shook her head and looked at her feet. Tyler sighed and scratched the back of his head, beginning to pace around the room. Alexis leaned back on the couch and crossed her legs. "Okay, let's try it this way then...Alexis, why do you think Vera hates you?" Tyler asked. "I could easily give you ten reasons right now," Alexis said, "but the biggest issue isn't why she hates me, but why she hates this particular version of me. When I was sober for a little while, she loved me. She was thrilled for me. She kept recommending me. But as soon as I do anything remotely associated with making myself feel anything at all again, she has the audacity to treat me like less than a person. So what do you have against what I do, Vera? That's the question." Vera chewed her lip and thought about responding. She knew if she opened up about this, it would open up more about herself. Things about herself she wasn't sure she was ready to face, let alone have others know. Was it finally time to talk about these? Maybe, she thought, if it could help save her friend, it would be. *** "Dad's getting worse," Maddie said, sitting in Lilian's car outside the diner, parked in the parking lot. "Yeah but is his getting worse proven by efforts of your mother to make him do so?" Lilian asked, "that's the real question here, because we've been over this before. You and John have been over this even. Could be delirium, could be them trying to turn you against one another. Could be a million things. Do you think you have any proof she's doing anything?" "No, and that's what sucks," Maddie said, slumping in the passenger seat, "if she is in fact doing something, she's doing it really well. And what if she is, but I can't prove it, and he dies and then I go the rest of my life being unsure whether he died cause of mom or not. What then?" Lilian sighed and shook her head. "I...I really don't know, honey," she replied quietly, "I wish I could tell you what to do, what the right answer would be, but I can't. I just don't know enough to make a guess. Do you have any reason to think your dad might be lying to you? Has he ever lied to you before? And has your mom?" "Dad never lied to me," Maddie said, "...mom, though...mom's made a bunch of promises she's never kept. She's lied to me about a lot of things. Promising she'd take me somewhere, help me do something...do you think that's indicative of a possible secret?" "That's a big word for a kid your size," Lilian said, smirking, "but it could be. I think you need to talk to your dad. I think you need to just sit down with him when she's not home, and just get any kind of answer out of him that you can. He's the only one who's going to be able to give you a concrete kind of proof." "And what do I do if it's true?" Maddie asked. A moment passed. Neither one spoke. "...we'll figure it out," Lilian said, patting Maddie on the shoulder, "We always do." *** Where to start? Well, Vera thought, perhaps she could begin with her brother. How her brother had met a girl who, like Alexis, enjoyed using drugs fairly liberally and rather casually to increase the pleasure of life, and how she got her brother into it too. She could talk about how her brother became more addicted to the girl, who - after surviving a frightening period of near death - got her life together, quit doing her extracurriculars and then failed to help Vera's brother. She could talk about how her brother continued on this downward slump until the girl decided it was too dangerous for her to continue being around him, even in a helpful manner, because she could potentially fall back into it herself. She could talk about finding her brother dead on the couch. She could talk about how her parents had never gotten over their grief. But what good would it do? Alexis didn't have family. She'd never lost anyone to this sort of thing. The empathy that may come from such an admission would be, if nothing more, than base pity instead of recognizable recognition. She had to do it in a way that made Alexis feel important, not ancillary. Vera took a deep breath, and finally spoke. "I'm scared you might die," Vera said, "I'm afraid that, one day, you'll be found here, in this room, OD'd, and they won't be able to save you. You're an extremely funny, talented, ambitious young lady and I'd hate to see that kind of shining light taken by something that you should have control over, not the other way around." "Young lady? We're like the same age," Alexis said, chuckling. "I don't hate you," Vera said, "I really don't, and I'm so sorry if I ever said I did or you ever got that impression from me, because it is so not the case. If anything, I care about you more than anyone else in this company. That's why I'm so bitchy, cause I'm so scared of something happening to you." "I'm safe," Alexis mumbled, "I'm safe about what I do. It's recreational. I know what it is I'm doing." "That may be so, but it doesn't mean it's not dangerous," Vera said, "you have to recognize that, even with knowing what you do, even with doing it fairly safely, it'll never BE 'safe'. You'll always be at risk of something going wrong." Alexis leaned back into her couch, reaching up and running her hands through her hair as she chewed on her lip. Her eyes went from Vera to Tyler, who nodded at her, smiling, before heading back down to Vera. Vera, it felt, was finally being honest with her, and now Alexis didn't know how to respond. How does one act when a relationship that is nothing but combative suddenly becomes anything else? She just didn't know. She didn't know how to be friends with someone who so clearly, to this point, acted like she didn't want to be friends with her. "I appreciate your honesty, and I appreciate you worrying about me," Alexis said, sitting upright now, "but, and I say this with the upmost confidence in myself - something I rarely have - that what I do I do safely, and I would never do it on the job. I am a user, not an addict. There is a distinct difference between those two things." Vera nodded, listening. "...I don't have a lot," Alexis said, motioning with her hands around her apartment, "but what I DO have is the ability to, for even just an hour or two, escape my sad sorry reality and feel sorta normal. It's nice. I'll never be better than this, and I've accepted that, so I take my little joys where I can find them. This is where I've found them. I'm sorry if that makes others uncomfortable, but it's the only thing that makes me comfortable. I'm glad you don't hate me though. That is nice to know." Vera smiled, and Alexis smiled back. Tyler sighed, feeling relieved for the first time in months. If nothing else, they could perhaps walk away from today with the knowledge that they aren't enemies, even if they aren't friends. For Tyler, that was more than enough progress from one meeting. *** Maddie crept into her parents bedroom and flicked the bedside lamp on. She climbed up onto the bed and sat beside her father, who was breathing weakly. He opened his eyes and looked up at her, his chest rising and falling slowly, his eyes so empty of color. Maddie bit her lip to keep from crying when he tried to smile at her. When Lilian had dropped her off tonight, Maddie had taken her advice and decided - since her mother wouldn't be home until later - that she could utilize this time to get information from her father, maybe. "You're not gonna get better, are you?" she finally asked. "Not if things don't change," he replied weakly, his voice raspy, "she's keeping me sick." "You're not lying to me, are you?" she asked. "Why would I ever lie to you? I know I haven't been the best dad, I know I work a lot, but I'd never lie to you about anything," her father said, "...Maddie...how many times since I've been back from the hospital have I gone back to the doctor?" Maddie thought for a moment, then looked back at her father, scared. "...zero." "Exactly, and that doesn't seem weird to you?" he asked, trying to sit up but coughing in the process; he continued, "I mean...if I wasn't getting better, wouldn't that mean I should go back? Have tests run? But no. I'm here, in this bed, and the only person who's been taking care of me is your mother. I know home life has been rough, especially since the party, but Maddie I need you to trust me, please. I'm going to die if you don't." Maddie stared at her father, her eyes filling with tears. He made sound points, and he wasn't getting better which only further proved those points. That being said, if she did what he wanted...and she was wrong...her mother could be facing unfair charges. Then again, as Lilian had made her realize earlier in the day, her mother had lied to her a dozen times over while her father never had. She was just a little girl. She shouldn't have to save her family. *** John couldn't make up his mind. Standing in the chip aisle at the grocery store, he was beginning to realize just how much time and effort these days went into understanding the difference between chip variations, and how stupid it all was. He set his basket down by his feet and picked up two bags, trying to compare them, when he heard someone coming up behind him. He looked to his side and saw Lilian standing there, holding a basket of her own. They smiled at one another for a second, before he went back to chip analyzation. "Didn't realize we shopped in the same places," Lilian said. "I actually normally don't come here, but the store I usually go to is having renovations done," John said, "a section of their roof collapsed, so now I'm forced to seek food elsewhere." "You could just become a hunter/gatherer," Lilian said, shrugging. "Do I look like own a loincloth?" John replied, the both of them chuckling; he tossed one bag into the basket, then said, "besides, not all of this is for me. I'm picking up food to make for dinner and I'm gonna cook Alexis a meal. Poor girl looks like she doesn't eat well, so I figured it's up to me to rectify that." "How dadly of you." "I do what I can." "What are you making?" Lilian asked. "Not really sure just yet," John said, "I tried calling her a few times, but she didn't pick up. She must've been busy. Regardless, it would've been nice to have had some input from her, but I guess instead now I'll just have to guess and hope what I do is something she'll enjoy. And if she doesn't, I'll order in and I'll take what I cooked home to eat. Just wanna give the kid some company." Lilian liked how John acted towards Alexis. She knew Alexis's family had been rather distant with her, and she knew she spent most of her time alone, so it was nice to know that someone out there was acting parental towards her, even if she was in her twenties. John and Lilian said their goodbyes, and John went to finish his shopping. Eventually he headed to checkout. He paid, carried his groceries to his car and started to drive over to Alexis's. She had given him a key the night of the Clownies, after he'd dropped her off at home, just in case, so he could easily get in without her. when John got inside the apartment, all the lights were on, so he knew she was here. He piled the grocery bags onto the counter and then sighed, shaking his head, hand on his hip as he looked around the room. He began picking things up, tidying after her. "Hey kiddo, I'm here to cook something!" he shouted, but to no response. He gathered up her dirty clothes from the floor and headed into the bathroom, figuring there'd be a hamper, which there was. He dumped the armful of dirty clothes into the hamper, then turned the bathroom lights on. He glanced at himself in the mirror before realizing his shoes were wet. He looked down and noticed that the entire bathroom was filled with water, like a pipe had burst and begun to flood. John groaned and turned to face the bathtub when he slipped. He reached back, grabbing the sink and saving himself, though twisting his back in the process. He groaned and stood back up, when his eyes finally landed on the tub. The tub was full. The tub was overflowing. And lying in the tub was Alexis, looking pale. A surge of terror shot through John's body. John quickly shot over to the bathtub, stumbling on the floor, and began pulling her out. She was almost under the water entirely, her face just barely above the surface of the water, so she hadn't drowned. He tugged and got her from the tub. She was nude, so he quickly wrapped her in a towel and then raced to call an ambulance. As he waited on the phone, talking to the 911 operator, he never let his eyes leave Alexis. Was she dead? He had no idea. She looked pasty and lifeless, but he was no doctor. He hung up after giving them the address, then he sat on the soaking bathroom floor and pulled her toweled body into his arms, holding her. And then he wept. *** Jessie pulled into her driveway, the light over the garage softly flickering, when she noticed her daughter Maddie sitting on the porch step, the front door opened. Jessie parked and got out of the car, slowly approaching the house, but Maddie just backed up further away, as two cops, one male and one female, exited the house, while a stretcher carrying Maddie's father was wheeled past them. Jessie and her husbands eyes locked, and she knew then and there her life was over. Jessie looked at Maddie, and Maddie just shook her head, then stood up and went inside. "Ma'am," the female cop said, bringing Jessie back to reality, even only momentarily, "we need to ask you some serious questions."
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