Jess
I woke up and made breakfast. It's a weekend, so I let the kids sleep in. Mostly breakfast making this morning was for Ty. He hasn't really said anything since he got out of the psych ward. His new meds have knocked him on his ass.
I knocked on his door, "I'm coming in".
I waited a minute before going inside. Ty was sitting on the window sill smoking a cigarette.
I put food on the end table, "How you feeling buddy?".
He didn't answer.
"I hope you're not feeling as tired. I'm just glad you got the help you need, and that you're responding to it. Dr Getty seemed worried you wouldn't".
Ty said nothing.
"I'm hoping Ben comes back soon. Haven't heard from him since the whole incident, hey?".
"He's mad at me" Ty whispered.
"I don't think so, he kept telling me how worried he was about you. He wouldn't have been there for you with Damien if he was upset. I think something happened with Lylah".
Ty lit another cigarette.
"It'll be okay, alright?".
He sighed.
"Breakfast is there, and I'll be back to check on you soon" I left.
I went into my room.
Kyle stretched, "Where did you go?".
"Made Ty breakfast," I sat on the bed, "You could've came downstairs".
He shrugged, "Come here you".
I laughed a little as he pulled me in. We kissed for a minute, then stayed in bed for a second.
"Are your brothers gonna be okay?" Kyle asked.
I took a second, "I've been asking myself that for the past year".
Kyle smirked, "I think they'll be okay. Shit may seem dark now, but I think they'll figure it out".
"You a psychic now?" I joke.
"Maybe" he laughed a little.
"We should get going on some work. Down?" I pulled my books out.
"Only if you blow me again".
I smirked, "Alright, deal".
Ben
I woke up and looked at the time. It was still pretty early, but expected because we stayed up so late.
I pulled my almost empty bottle of vodka out, and chugged the rest of it. There was only like 3 shots left. Now i had to make a trip to the liquor store.
"Did save any for me?" Sarah sat up.
I looked at her, "Dick or vodka?".
"Both" She smirked.
"I don't think I've fucked someone that many times in a row. My dick is a little tired, maybe after I'm drunk?".
"Actually, you should probably figure out what the fuck is happening with you".
I took a second, "Maybe, but I need to be drunk for that".
"Well, you just chugged the rest of that bottle. It'll hit you soon" Sarah got out of bed.
"You'd think," I put my pants on, "You don't know how much I drink in a day. My tolerance is something else".
"Can I come with you today?" She asked.
