while we were all high on molly—while Carson was watching. Then, to top off this little recap, she shouted at me that Sara had told everyone. Her eyes flashed a strange triumph over me at the dinner table as she shouted, Now everyone knows you’re a TOTAL SLUT.
When she said that, I picked up my water glass and threw the entire thing at her head. She got drenched with water, but dodged the glass. It hit the edge of the stool at the kitchen counter behind her and shattered into a million pieces. Dad stood up and roared at the two of us to BE QUIET THIS INSTANT.
Dad looked at me with so much anger and hurt in his eyes. He told me that he wanted me to go to my room and that I would not be doing anything with Carson ever again, or even leaving the house without him or my mom for the rest of the summer. He said that they’d called several recovery centers and that tomorrow afternoon we had an appointment at one of them so that we could talk to a counselor about my “addiction.”
I just laughed at him, and my mom said that this was NO LAUGHING MATTER, which just made me think the entire thing was even funnier. Please. Like I’m the one who has a problem. I said this and then told them that Ashley was the one with all the problems and she just couldn’t stand the idea that I actually had a hot boyfriend who loved me, and a great group of friends, and that I could handle partying a little without losing my freaking mind and gushing all over a teacher—which is how we got into this freaking mess in the first place.
Dad tried to shout me down and tell me that I was wrong about all of this—that I had some sort of drug problem. I told him he didn’t know what the hell he was talking about. Molly isn’t physically addictive. I told him to go online and at least do a little research before he started throwing around terminology he didn’t understand. I’ve done plenty of research online. The people on that forum talk about this all the time—how they can quit anytime they want to with no physical withdrawal symptoms.
Dad didn’t want to hear any of this. I told him that I wasn’t addicted at all. He said that he was glad to hear it because that meant I could quit and I’d be just fine. I laughed and said, Oh, I COULD quit, but I don’t WANT to.
He shook his head and said, You are not going to the Flaming Daisy Carnival this weekend.
I just smiled at him and said, TRY TO STOP ME.
Then I marched up here to my room and locked the door. If these crazy fuckers think they can stop me from going to that festival, they don’t know me very well.
Friday, July 4
Happy INDEPENDENCE DAY, BITCHES!
I bet there will be some fireworks when Mom figures out I gave her the slip. She got into the shower this morning after Ashley went for a run, and Dad had gone to his office to pick up some health insurance information so he could give it to whatever drug rehab counseling place they were going to take me to. Fuck that. I texted Carson and told him that I needed to get out of here. I told him a little about Ashley and Reid and Sara and that my parents had found out. He parked down the block, and while Mom was in the shower, I left. I locked my bedroom door and pulled it closed behind me, so that’ll buy me a little time.
Carson is in the shower right now and then we’re going to pack up his truck with the tent and sleeping bags and stuff. We’re going to drive down to the polo fields early and stake out a good camping spot, then Kelly and Jess are coming down with Kyle and a group of his friends later this afternoon.
My parents will be pissed, but what can they really do to me? I’m not some child anymore. I’m turning eighteen in a few months. I can make my own decisions. I can certainly go to hear some bands and DJs play. I can’t wait do some molly and dance to Whip5mart with Carson again. There’s nothing else like that in the world.
Saturday, July 5
This place is OFF THE HOOK.