calliope’s 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. “i don’t get to? since when did you fucking control me or what i do? you obviously don’t cause i’m still just as fucked up as when you left so don’t start that shit. well i guess everything wasn’t enough huh? just like everything my dad had wasn’t enough for my mom, so fucking convenient. you were my everything! the reason i didn’t fucking end it every day and give into all the voices and you gave up on me just like everyone else! you’re talking like you were the only one fucking suffering, the drugs were the only thing fucking helping so fuck you!” she practically screamed, her voice going hoarse from how much emotion she was putting out. “maybe i was too fucked up, maybe i didn’t wanna believe maybe just maybe this is all my fucking fault but you are no saint! we started that shit together don’t you fucking forget, i refuse to take all of the blame for how that shit ended. oh i’m sorry, did i hit a nerve? i’m happy you’ll protect her but wouldn’t 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 wasn’t my best move but i was fucking trying! oh it’s perfectly fucking clear.”
avery’s 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. “of course you don’t fucking get to! like i said before, i don’t owe you anything. i don’t owe you an explanation, or a text telling you where the fuck i am or what the fuck i’m doing, you gave up the right to know anything about me when you fucking picked the drugs over someone who cared about you.” he spat, his facial features twisting as his anger rose, “and here you go again, playing the fuckin’ 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 wasn’t trying to stick around and watch another person i cared about die because they couldn’t stop turning to drugs instead of their families. i never claimed to be a saint, and i never will. but i know i’m not a fucking liar. i never put all the blame on you, but it sure as fucking hell was not my fault that you couldn’t get your head out of your selfish ass to realize what the fuck was happening. - of course i’ll protect her, because you know what? she gives a shit. she actually cares about me, she won’t decide to go flirt with a guy just to get a gram, and she won’t 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 wasn’t how we could logically fix it, it was where could we go to get shit to mask it for long enough to forget? don’t you dare stand here and say that you tried, because you didn’t. i tried so fucking hard to get you clean. i ruined shit with the last person i fucking had because i would have to fuckin’ search around the city trying to find you every single night to make sure you weren’t dead in a fucking ally like my brother was. you gave up, so i did too. i didn’t have anything left to fucking give you, i didn’t have anything left to give anyone. i still fucking don’t. i don’t 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 i’m fucking tired of it. find another guy to torture.”