Bittersweet

Ch. 7: Blame and Hangover

Brittany's POV

Fuck.

This is well my fucking fault, and we all know it. I shouldn't have brought it up, I know she's sensitive about it. I can't help it, it just flew out my mouth. I wouldn't let her fight Cheyanne. I can't have her doing this again. Cheyanne is well known for being despised and a bitch in every way, buy I have to protect Emily. Even if she's trying to prevent me from hurting.

So now I sit here on the steps while she's rushed to ambulance, and I'm sitting here getting wasted when all the least I could do was go see if she was okay. But I didn't, because I'm the worst friend ever. While I get drunk, Dalton sit net to me and inspects the joint that I hold, while drinking.

"You know, Emily would be disappointed if you get drunk while she's rushed to the ambulance."

Well ouch. instead of replying I get up to leave, but he restrained me from doing anything I would regret.

"Where are you going, especially since you're drunk?"

"Fuck off, Dalton. Face it, I'm going to die, because I might've killed my only best friend, and I will never forgive myself for that," I harshly cry out when I pull out of his grip, but he easily pulls me back whispers little sweet nothings in my ear.

I softly cry as he cradled me back and forth in his arms. We sit against the wall that we ended up stumbling to as he lets go and pulls my face into his hands.

"Don't you ever think I will ever let you die. I am in love with you even though I barely know you. I am in love with you, and I don't care whatever is ahead of us. I love you. Until oblivion has overcome us, you will be my forever and I will never let you die in my heart," he says sweetly when I reply with something I don't even understand.

He laughs and scratches the back of his neck. Damn.

"Hey," he says sweetly," lets get you to my room."

Wait whoa. He lives here? Well, we're in high school, and this is a party fraternity house.

When he clearly reads my mind, weirdly enough, he replies to my small drunken smile with,

"Don't worry, this is my brothers place, and I'm just living with him until I get into college or when I find my own place," he says sweetly. He got up, helped me up off the ground and led me through the house. I could see that it was trashed from the party last night, empty red solo cups and beer cans all around the house. He led me upstairs to his room which hadn't been completely wrecked from the party and led me to the bed. He tucked me in,"You need to rest." he said softly. he was about to walk out but I grabbed his hand stopping him,

"Thank you." I whispered my eyes were already getting heavy and seconds later I fell asleep.

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Emily's POV

I woke up but saw nothing but white. I don't know where I am nor what happened all I know is that my head feels like it's about to implode. The white light starts to fade and I see that I'm in a hospital room. I sit up instantly regretting it because I felt so dizzy, like I just ran in circles for an hour straight. I put my hand to my head to try to steady it. I felt like my head alone weighed two hundred pounds which is impossible because I barley weigh one hundred. I close my eyes as memories from last night came flooding back to me. I remember Brittany yelling at me, me running away, my breakdown, and more vividly then all the rest I remember being wheeled into the ambulance with Oli being restrained by paramedics, and Brittany yelling that it was all her fault. I open my eyes at least expecting to see Brittany but I didn't, the only person I saw was Oli. His head in his hands, his hair messy, and clothes ruffled. He looks up at me and I take in his appearance, he looked like he hasn't slept in weeks, he had deep bags under his puffy, red eyes. this is all my fault. I hate being this way, being broken. I can't believe I was stupid enough to stop taking my medicating.