Married in High
School? -
Chapter Nineteen
"Where are we going now?" I
asked, after stopping by a few more rooms.
"We have one more stop," he said, pressing the button for
the elevator.
"We're going to a different floor?" I asked,
confused.
"That's typically what elevators are used for," he
teased me, laughing when I gave him a look. He pressed another
button, and the doors closed, then the elevator lurched to life. I
jumped, grabbing Jesse's hand.
"Um, sorry," I said, awkwardly, pulling my hand away
quickly.
"It's fine," he mumbled back, and the rest of the
thirty seconds on the elevator felt like forever. When the doors
finally opened, we bumped into each other trying to get out.
"You can go first-"
"Now you can go-"
"Okay," we both said, then hit each other again. Our
laughter broke the awkward tension, and holding his hand out to
gesture me out first, I walked into the hall with Jesse trailing
behind. "Where do we go?" I whispered, stopping so he
could pass me and lead me to the right door. He waved to the nurse
at the desk who nodded at us, before returning to her work. Down
another dark hallway, and Jesse stopped at a door almost at the
very end. He took a deep breath before opening the door, and
walking in first, letting me trail behind. I gave him space, as I
saw he needed it. He walked over to the bed in the corner of the
room, which was surronded by machines. Then he walked over to the
window and threw the curtains open, letting a little light shine
through.
I walked over to stand beside the bed, looking at the person laying
there. He was hooked up to wires and moniters and tubes running out
of everywhere. His face was sunken in, but his facial features were
handsome. "Olivia, this is my brother Ian. He overdosed last
year, and has been on life support every since." Jesse said
quietly. I was shocked, looking from Jesse to the figure-Ian- in
the bed. They had the same dark hair, and I kind of recognized him
from the photos I saw in Jesse's home.
"This is why people think I'm a drug dealer. Ian was known
for getting the biggest and baddest drugs, and selling them for the
most money. He swore he would never do them, but he started hanging
out with the people he delt to, and he got into the hard stuff. I
found him in the bathroom one morning, spazzing out on the floor.
If I had waited any longer, he would have been gone...." he
trailed off, looking away. "He's gone anyway, but my mom
won't let him go."
I couldn't believe what Jesse had told me, I couldn't
believe I had been so ignorant, so stereotypical, so naive. I felt
ashamed for following the crowd, assuming rumors that weren't
true. But most of all I was sorry that Jesse had to endure that all
because of his older brother, and that nothing could change
that.
Woah! Who didn't see that one coming???
Married in High School? - Chapter Nineteen "Where are we
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