I'm Sorry- A Slipknot Story

Chapter 53

-New Year's Eve-

"You got 20 seconds to get your asses in here to count down," I call to the guys. 

They rush in from the kitchen and stand next to their others, Sid standing by himself. I grab his arm and pull him to me and Claire, making him smile. Claire and Sid are both wasted, Sid is high and I'm sober. I have standards.

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1," we all shout out, the guys and girls holding their beers in the air.

"Happy New Year bitches," I shout out, Sakari saying it with me. She's gotten really good at speaking, and that makes me happy that she can swear like the sailor I am. Like mother like daughter.

"Well, it's a new year. Time to sleep off my fucking depression," I say, the guys and girls thinking I'm joking. 

I seriously think I have depression because I have the symptoms but when I talked to my parents about it, they said it was just a headache and I should sleep more. Aside from the fact that they hate the nine guys for legal reasons and drug/alcohol reasons, they said I should ditch them and find new friends.

"So," Corey starts, basically stumbling to me as we talk to each other.

"When do you think you're hair's going to grow to be Rapunzel long," he asks. I know he's had too much to drink because even as he breathes through his nose I can smell the beer.

"Maybe close to next Christmas. How many beers did you have," I ask.

"Maybe close to..." he trails off as he takes another gulp of his beer.

"13 or 14," he says.

"Corey, you need to stop this. You're going to get alcohol poisoning," I say.

"Please. I don't get alcohol poisoning. It's a fact," he says, swaying lightly on his feet.

Sakari comes to me, but I give her the signal to go to her bed. I don't want her getting hurt around the guys and girls here. She complies and goes up the stairs, safe in my room. Hopefully she doesn't chew my shoes and chews her rope up there.

"Corey, I'm a registered nurse. I know what I'm saying. Please, stop drinking before you seriously injure yourself," I say, basically pleading for him to stop. He knows I'm worried, but he's a fucking child when he's drunk. He looks me in the eyes and downs his beer, walking to the kitchen to get another.

"I'm fine Liz, seriously," he says, picking up another beer and popping it open. Before he could put the bottle to his lips, he puts it down on the counter and runs to the bathroom.

"I don't want to say it, but I have to," I say, walking to the bathroom and leaning on the doorframe.

"I fucking told you so," I say, Corey throwing up like mad. He's sitting on his knees on the tile floor, hunched over the toilet with his left arm giving support to his head to hang there. His other arm's covering his stomach as it's compressing into his frame.

"But, since it's the new year and I'm nice, I'll make you some tea after you stop throwing up your 14 or so beers," I say. Corey groans and I walk back to the kitchen, going on my tip-toes to get some of my green tea. For how much tea I have, I should be called 'The Tea Goddess'.

"Need help," Claire asks.

"Nah, thanks though. About that cute German man," I start, making her blush and look away.

"What about him," she asks.

"You snag a date with him," I ask, filling the teapot with tap water. I turn on the stove, my trusty gas stove, and put the teapot on.

"Yeah. He said he'd find me again in Essen in June because he's filled up for the earlier ones," she says, daydreaming about him.

"And how's Bruce," she asks, making me smile.

"He's okay. Did you know he's blind," I ask.

"I didn't. How's that going to work," she asks, getting me confused.

"You know," she says, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Girl, we're not there yet. Besides, I'm not doing that until I'm married," I say, the teapot whistling. I turn off the stove and get a mug out, putting a bag in the mug then the water. It steams up into my face, and since I got glasses, they fog up.

"I can't wait for contacts," I say, turning to Claire. Or, what seems to be Claire. 

I take my glasses off and wipe them off with my shirt, putting them back on and seeing most of the guys going back for another beer. Since the party's being held here, I supplied the beer. I turn back to the tea and put a saucer over it to keep it warm, walking back to the bathroom. Corey's still throwing up, so I sit next to him and rub circles on his back.

"You don't need to do that," he says, not looking up.

"I know," I say, staying there. 

I adjust my sitting position to a cross-legged one and rest my arm on my legs, patiently waiting for him to get better. I just hope he does, because this has happened before at a bar I was dragged to with him and some of the other guys. All of them had too much to drink and they ended up staying in the bathroom for a sum of 2 hours. I was waiting at the bar outside, sipping a mocktail and smiling to myself.

'You should stop drinking soon,' I said. They laughed and downed their drinks, ordering more. I ordered another mocktail and as soon as they down the new ones, they had ran to the bathroom just like Corey did tonight. 

They should start knowing that I'm always right. Even when I'm not, I am.