Troubled sister

Chapter 6

"Call me if you need me hail" Jordan says walking out
"Dylan" I say out of relief
"Wh-where am I?" He asks
"The hospital" I say "how could you" I say holding back the tears
"I'm sorry babe I was just under so much stress-" he says but I cut him off
"So you decide to go drink yourself almost to death?! You could've called me and we could've talked!" I say feeling a tear fall down my cheek
"Please don't cry. I'm sorry" he says wiping the tear from my cheek
"I thought I was gonna lose you. You're the only one who gets what I'm going through. I can't lose you" I cry
He pulls me by my arm to him and hugs me.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" he says
I let go and see a tear rolling down his face.
"Stop being so stupid" I say as I hear a knock on the door and Jordan walks in
"How you feeling Dylan?" She asks
"I could be better" he says
"Have you gotten in contact with your parents?" She asks and I look at Dylan and we make eye contact
"His parents aren't really in the picture Jor" I say
"He needs a guardian here so I can release him" she says
"Jordan please" I beg
"There's no way to get past this hailey. He needs a guardian here" she says
"What are we going to do?" I ask when she leaves
"I guess I'll have to call my mom" Dylan says disappointed
"She's going to kill you. Maybe we can just sneak out?" I suggest
"No, I'm going to have to call her. Sure she'll be ticked and I'm going to get it when I get home but nothing can top almost dying" he says grabbing his phone and calling his mom
"Mom. I need you to pick me up from the hospital.... I was in an accident.... you have to come get me.... please mom..... fine." He says and hangs up
"So?" I ask
"She's coming but she's really mad that I'm pulling her away from the bar" he says

*later that morning*

Dylan got released an hour ago and he texted me saying that his parents are extremely angry but they dropped him off at home and went back out to the casino. Dylan's parents are the definition of not caring. They don't even pay attention to him and they half the time forget they even have a sun. He's forced to take care of himself and do all the chores. His parents do remember about him when they come home drunk, they lash out on him most of the time for not being a perfect son and other bull crap. I guess we're so good together because we both had kind of the same past but Dylan doesn't get abused 24/7.
"Ready?" Drew asks coming into the break room
"Yeah" I say getting up and following him out the hospital
I get into the front seat of his blue ford truck. It's only a 15 minute drive but it felt so much longer with the awkward silence.
"I think it's time to put you in therapy" drew says abruptly, breaking the silence
My eyes widen and I look at him.
"I'm not talking to anyone" I say
"It can help you. You're getting worse hailey, I can see it, everyone can see it." He says
"Nothing can help me. I'm dealing with it myself" I say looking out my window
"Why won't you just give it a shot? Brianna has come to me asking why you seem happy but then she hears you crying in your room when your alone. She hears your nightmares and it scares her" he says
"It scares her?! So I should go get help because it scares Brianna? What about me?! It scares the living hell out of me!" I say getting angry.
"I didn't mean it like that" he says realizing how what he said sounded
"Whatever" I say trying to get him to stop talking about it
"I come in your room at least once every two days because I hear you screaming or crying. I walk in and your having a nightmare or you are against the wall scared for your life. You can't keep pushing this aside hailey, you need help and you know it. You're never forget what he did to you and it can only help to talk to someone about it" he says trying to convince me
"I'm not going to talk to anyone drew. I'm fine" I say clicking a pen I found
"You were diagnosed with ptsd from the abuse not to mention everything else. That stuff doesn't just go away on its own" he says thinking he can convince me
"I. Am. Not. Going." I say slowly
"So you're just going to sit here and suffer?!" He says getting frustrated as we pull into the driveway
"I guess so" I say opening my door
I'm about to get out when drew grabs my arm to keep me in the truck.
"You can't keep pretending like it didn't happen hailey, you can't keep pushing it aside. You're going to go insane." He says
"I already have" I say yanking my arm back and getting out the truck.
I close the door and go inside
No one is up yet considering it's 6:30 in the morning. I go up to my room and close the door. I run my fingers through my hair and go lay on my bed. I stare at the ceiling.

*flashback*

I'm sitting in my room crying while trying to wipe up the blood from my dad punching me in the face.
"Hailey get down here!" I hear a drunken voice yell from downstairs
I wipe up my tears and run downstairs
"Sir?" I ask scaredly
"Where did my alcohol go?" He yells
"Y-you drank it" I say shakily as he walks over towards me
I start backing up and I end up backed up against the wall.
"I know you drink my alcohol" he says in my face
"I-I didn't" I say looking down so I don't make eye contact
"Look at me when I'm speaking to you!" He yells
"Yes sir" I say on the verge of tears and look up at him
"When I left there was half a bottle left and now there's only a third left. Why'd you drink it?" He asks evilly calm
"I didn't dad. I promise" I say
I feel a pain in my stomach as I hunch over grabbing my stomach.
"Tonight should be fun" he says smiling a smile so evil it sends chills down your spine
By the end of the night my body was covered in bruises and I was left on the floor crying in pain as my dad went back out for the night.

*flashback over*

When I finally come too I wipe the tears from my eyes and go over to my closet. I grab the shoe box that's tucked away and take it to my bed. I open it up and grab the bottle of whiskey and a random bottle of pills. I take four red pills out and pop them into my mouth washing them down with the whiskey. I take a few more swigs of the alcohol and then I hear a knock at my door.