The one who ended it all

Chapter 25:

Scott' pov

My mother was a drug addict who sometimes enjoyed drinking. My biggest fear in life is to turn out like her. To throw my life work because drugs feel good once they're in your system.

Addiction is real and very serious, I know that. Addiction is a shitty thing that ruins people's lives. My mother is a gorgeous woman, a person that I haven't seen in ten years because of drugs. She looks completely differently from me or Olive. Her hair blonde and curly, her eyes a deep green shade. You could tell that it was getting bad again when her hair was down in a long braid. My mother loved her curls and she loved taking care of them. If her hair was down in a long braid it only meant that she was too busy to care for it.

I'm sitting at a bar, waiting for Lee because he is late. I don't know if I should talk to him about Eve. I get that he has his own opinion but fuck. Maeve has been worrying about us for the past month, she has been scared shitless about someone finding out about us. She has been so careful because she does not want to hurt Olive.

For me it's different because Olive has her life and I have mine, I don't feel the need to tell her everything. She is not a teenager anymore and can have her secrets just like I can have mine.

"Scott" Lee says as he approaches me. We briefly hug before he sits near me on a stool. I ordered another beer for him. "How's everything?" I ask him and he shakes his head laughing. "It's good, everything's good man" he responds as he starts drinking from the tall glass.

"You?" he pushes the question over to me and I raise my eyebrows. "The same, Olive and I are leaving for the weekend so that could be cool" I keep my answer vague because I'm too tired of this week.

This week was tiring to say the least and after my foster mom's funeral Olive has been wanting to spend a weekend back in Chicago. It's less expensive to travel now than it would be to travel in two weeks during thanksgiving. So my sister and I will be spending the next two days in an apartment owned by an old friend of mine who is spending his time at his girlfriend's place.

Lee turns around to look around the bar, to try and find a girl to spend the night with. His eyes scan the room, while mine stare at my beer knowing that this is the last for the night. One and done. Go home and sleep.

"Look over there, the blonde and the brunette" he says and points with his chin. I follow his directions to find two girls dancing together. "You have a thing for brunettes, right?" he asks and I chuckle. "Yeah but I'm just going home after I finish my drink" I tell him and he laughs because he thinks it's a joke. It's not a joke.

Then he realizes that I'm not joking. "Oh come on, you're actually going home?" he asks and throws his head back. He starts a long line of curses in a language I do not understand.

He groans loudly and I shake my head once again. "Look I'm leaving early tomorrow morning, I just came so that you wouldn't be alone" "this does not have to do with Maeve, right?" he wonders and I take a moment to look at him.

I laugh at him.

No it doesn't have anything to do with her.

"What are you talking about?" I laugh and finish my beer.

Let him be wrong about your relationship with Maeve and then leave.

"You like Maeve, it's obvious, for the past two years I have watched you act like you hate her when it's obvious that you fucking like her" "that's not true" I interrupt him and he places his finger in the air to shut me up.

"Olive knows" "but you said-"

"I was lying, because I wanted to see how bad she wanted you. I lied to Maeve just because I needed to see how much she cared about both of you" he continues and I stop to think because none of this makes sense.

"Does she care?" "of fucking course she does you big dummy" he laughs and I stand up. "It's never going to be just sex between you two" he concludes before I get my chance to leave.

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Maeve does not like me. She likes to have sex with me but I think that's it. That's fucking it.

I help Olive to put our things in the car. We are leaving for a couple of days and Olive packed like we're leaving forever. "Maybe you packed too much Olly" I begin telling her, but her expression is already telling me to shut up.

So I do.

It takes us half an hour to reach the airport and once we're in I begin to grow anxious. Because going to Chicago always brings bad memories. I prefer to go by plane rather than car because it's a lot fucking shorter. "Does Eve know that we're leaving?" I ask her and she nods. "She does and says it's okay because she will also leave in a couple of weeks for thanksgiving" she responds and I hum back.

What am I doing on thanksgiving? Olive and I will probably buy the smallest and cheapest turkey we can find because it's just the two of us. I'm grateful for Olive because maybe if it wasn't for her I would've turned out like my mother; a fucking addict. I'm also grateful for Olive because she taught me how to be more responsible and caring. She gave me a purpose and the older she gets the more I get worried.

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"Scott I think it's time I tell you" she tells me as I buckle my seatbelt. I turn and look at her. When Olive says something like that you should be worried, as her brother I should show all kinds of emotion and beg her to hurry up, but as her legal parent I should remain calm and give her time and space to talk. Still we're in a very small plane and there is no space for me to give her. I nod for her to continue. "I'm gay Scottie" she says and I grab her hand.

I think I've known this, not fully but I think some part of me knew. A part of me knew that it was going to come out, that she was going to come out.

It doesn't change shit for me, she is still my Olive. My Olly. My girl. She is still the girl I raised for so many years.

I kiss the top of her head as I whisper "I love you". "You're my Olly, I don't care who you date as long as they make you happy" I look down to find her crying. Olive is shaking and I try to pull her closer to me. I embrace her because that's what you do when someone close to you comes out. You hold them because nothing has changed.

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just saying that there are less than 10 chapters until the end of the one who ended it all, and just be ready for it...