calliopeâs blood only boiled more when he finally spoke up, a switch being set off inside her, the sadness leaving her body and only rage replacing it as her mood completely shifted. âi donât get to? since when did you fucking control me or what i do? you obviously donât cause iâm still just as fucked up as when you left so donât start that shit. well i guess everything wasnât enough huh? just like everything my dad had wasnât enough for my mom, so fucking convenient. you were my everything! the reason i didnât fucking end it every day and give into all the voices and you gave up on me just like everyone else! youâre talking like you were the only one fucking suffering, the drugs were the only thing fucking helping so fuck you!â she practically screamed, her voice going hoarse from how much emotion she was putting out. âmaybe i was too fucked up, maybe i didnât wanna believe maybe just maybe this is all my fucking fault but you are no saint! we started that shit together donât you fucking forget, i refuse to take all of the blame for how that shit ended. oh iâm sorry, did i hit a nerve? iâm happy youâll protect her but wouldnât even send me a text to check in. i have every right! i was there for you with so much shit, i watched you through your worst moments and tried my damndest to make sure you were as okay as you could be, maybe helping you cope with drugs wasnât my best move but i was fucking trying! oh itâs perfectly fucking clear.â
averyâs face was bright red at this point, his teeth sinking deep into his cheek to try and control his anger as much as he possibly could. âof course you donât fucking get to! like i said before, i donât owe you anything. i donât owe you an explanation, or a text telling you where the fuck i am or what the fuck iâm doing, you gave up the right to know anything about me when you fucking picked the drugs over someone who cared about you.â he spat, his facial features twisting as his anger rose, âand here you go again, playing the fuckinâ victim card. who the fuck said i was the only one suffering, calli. who? cause i sure as fuck did not. what i said was i wasnât trying to stick around and watch another person i cared about die because they couldnât stop turning to drugs instead of their families. i never claimed to be a saint, and i never will. but i know iâm not a fucking liar. i never put all the blame on you, but it sure as fucking hell was not my fault that you couldnât get your head out of your selfish ass to realize what the fuck was happening. - of course iâll protect her, because you know what? she gives a shit. she actually cares about me, she wonât decide to go flirt with a guy just to get a gram, and she wonât decide that breaking off plans just to get a buzz under a bridge is okay. you fucking enabled me, calli, what the fuck do you mean? every time i had a problem, it wasnât how we could logically fix it, it was where could we go to get shit to mask it for long enough to forget? donât you dare stand here and say that you tried, because you didnât. i tried so fucking hard to get you clean. i ruined shit with the last person i fucking had because i would have to fuckinâ search around the city trying to find you every single night to make sure you werenât dead in a fucking ally like my brother was. you gave up, so i did too. i didnât have anything left to fucking give you, i didnât have anything left to give anyone. i still fucking donât. i donât even have enough for my damn self, so please, for the love of fucking god. cut the victim act, and try to own up to your fuck ups because iâm fucking tired of it. find another guy to torture.â