In her first year at college, Mila Wilson's life was completely turned around. After meeting drug dealer Jace Evans, falling in love with him, and finding out about his deepest, darkest secret, she has decided to take some time apart from him. Mila...
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Day eight. We have made it to day eight. Jace has been just as miserable these past few days as he has been on day four or five. Sometimes I hear him sobbing at night out of anger, he's weaker than ever and still not eating properly. I know that he's at his absolute limit, and that he can't take the pain anymore. I still don't know how to help him, but I'm doing the best I can.
Today is a new day, and I'm laying awake in bed this morning. Jace is still sleeping beside me peacefully. Tonight was the first night he slept through, and I'm more than glad about it. We fell asleep at about two in the morning, so naturally we slept until eleven today, catching up on much needed rest from this past week.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand beside me, and I walk over to the bathroom before I pick it up so I won't wake Jace. "Hello?" I ask when I've arrived.
"Hello Mila" I hear my Dad's voice over the phone. Confused I remove my phone from my ear to check the caller ID. It says Anonymous.
"Hi Dad, do you have a new number?" I ask him.
"Yes, I change it every now and then. How are you?" he asks me in his firm, usual voice.
"Good" I say weakly, probably not sounding very convincing.
"Good. I wanted to check up on the Derek situation. Has he contacted any of you?" he asks again. Derek. The one person I haven't thought of in over a week.
"No, we haven't heard a single word. We've been... a little busy" I say, uneasiness in my voice. I don't know why, but I feel like i'm on the verge of tears.
"Busy? It's summer. Is everything okay?" he asks, looking right through me. I know that I couldn't tell mom, but my dad already knows about Jace and the drug business. I don't think his opinion about could get any worse than it already is.
"I mean..." I start, not sure what do to. It would feel good to talk to him about it, to get it off of my chest to someone.
"You can tell me, Mila. I'm your dad and you know I'll always protect you" he says convincingly.
"It's not about me... it's Jace" I say quietly.
"What did he do, is he hurting you?" he says, almost a little aggravated.
"No!" I say right away. "He's..." I start, wiping a tear that slipped out away. "He's going through drug withdrawal, and I'm helping him. I'm okay, it's just all a bit much sometimes" I finally say, as my dad's breathing stops for a second.
He finally finds his words again. "He's doing drugs?" he says, and I can't make out what he's thinking.
"No, but he started when we... had a falling out and I left for a while. He did it as a way to punish himself, but there's more to the story..." I explain, not wanting to go into detail.
My dad lets out a big sigh. "He's not getting you in trouble, is he? Mila the one thing I beg of you is to never start taking drugs. That shit ruins people" he says in his instructive tone of voice.
