Our Messed Up Lives

8 Party Invite

Em fell asleep shortly after we laid down. I unraveled myself from her and head to the fridge.

I grabbed and bottle of water and began to drink.

My phone began to vibrate, I looked at it. One new text from Dawson.

"Hey bro! Meet me @ Allison's house. Partayyy!"

I texted him back, "I'll b there. Time?"

I headed up to my room and began to get dressed. My phone buzzed on my side table. Dawson again. "9:30ish."

"Aite c ya soon."

I finished getting ready after realizing I needed to take a shower. And headed downstairs.

I walked over to the couch and woke Em up. "Baby I'm going to a party. I'll be back soon."

She rubbed her eyes and looked at me funny. "No, I don't want you to go."

"But babe, I'm going."

"No you're not. You don't need to go."

"What you don't trust me?" I asked raising my voice a little.

"It's not that, I'm just worried. If you're going I'm going."

As she got up to get ready I asked her, "Worried about what that Ill drink to much? Well I'm worried about you."

"You don't need to be. I'm getting dressed and we're going."

"I don't need to be? You forcefullythrow up almost every single night, and I don't need to be worried?"

"Stop." She whispered, on the verge of tears.

"Don't tell me stop." I said, "I'm going out, I'm getting fucked up. That's final. I don't want you to come because I don't want you to get influenced by my bad behavior. But if you insist I'll wait in the car for 5 minutes. If you aren't there in 5, I'm leaving."

I walked out of the house and got in my truck. I rubbed my eyes and laid my head on the steering wheel. God, help me.