My boyfriends pretty cool...but he's not as cool as me.

Never Mix Vodka And Crystal Light

I watch as Sarah pulls Wheezies hair out her face, Wheezie bent over the toilet. I smile at Sarah, who manages to be cool about the situation. Wheezie throws up into the toilet. "Ugh..." I say, turning my head away from her.

"Oh, god." Sarah says, also turning her head. I push myself off the floor and walk over to a cabinet, i reach inside and pull a wash cloth out.

"Okay." Sarah says, standing up and reaching over to flush the toilet. I turn the water nob on the sink, and put the towel under the running water.

"So," I say, shutting the water off, "What have we learned?"

"Never mix vodka with Crystal Light." Wheezie says, as i hand her the wash cloth.

"Very good." I say, watching her press the cloth to her forehead. The girl begins puking into the toilet again.

"Ugh..." Wheezie says, wiping her hand over her face, "Please don't tell Dad."

"I won't. On one condition." Sarah says, I stare at Sarah confused as to what the condition could possibly be.

"What's that?" Wheezie questions, rolling her eyes and leaning against the bathroom wall.

"You cover for me sneaking out with Topper and Gia tonight." Sarah says, I instantly remember that there is a party at Kelce's house tonight.

"Please." Sarah says.

Do I even want to goto this party? I barely know anyone who would be there, my brother and Sarah would trail off from me leaving me alone. I know, it happens at every party. I usually just stick with Rafe, or Kelce. But since it is Kelce's party there's gonna be probably tons of his friends that he would rather hangout with. Wich leaves me with Rafe, wonderful.

"Fine." Wheezie says, rolling her eyes up at Sarah.

"Do you promise?" Sarah questions, I exit the bathroom, leaving the two sisters in the bathroom. I'm gonna go see if Rafe is coming to the party. I walk to the stair case to begin heading downstairs, due to the fact Rafe's room is on the first floor. Once i walk into the kitchen, i hear yelling from the sitting area on the porch.

"I don't feel like you care." Wards voice says.

"I said I do!" Rafe shouts, as I continue stepping towards the door.

"You said." Ward says.

"What more do you want me to say?" Rafe questions, I watch as he smacks his hands on the arms of the chair furiously.

"I don't want you to say anything!" Ward shouts, "Take care of business."

"Okay." Rafe says, as i lean against the wall peaking into the doorway.

"Where are the back up generators?" Ward questions, "I gave you money for the back up generators. You said, you would take care of it. Did you take care of it? Where are they?"

"There on back order." Rafe says. I roll my eyes at the boy, knowing he spent the money on a dirt bike. He should have just listened to me when i told him not too.

"Yeah, of course they are." Ward says, sarcastically, sitting in the chair in front of Rafe.

"There was a hurricane." Rafe says, as Wards reaches his hand for his lemonade.

"I tell you what. You know that Pogue I just fired?" Ward questions, "Way more reliable then you."

"Really?" Rafe questions.

"Yeah, really!" Ward says, "You need to get it together, Rafe, or you can go live on the cut."

Rafe lets out a laugh, turning his head away from his father. "That funny to you?" Ward questions.

"Wow." Rafe says, putting his hand over his mouth.

"You can go live on the damn cut, Rafe..." Ward repeats, " as far as i'm concerned. Now get up, and get out of here. I'm sick of looking at you." I roll my eyes in disgust.

I am mad at Ward. I don't know if it's because of the fact he fired John B, for barely anything, or if it's because of the way he treats Rafe. I clench my fists at my sides and feel my finger nails dig into my skin, i then feel two hands on both of my shoulders pulling me forward and pushing me back into the kitchen. I quickly open my eyes and see Rafe standing in front of me, I sigh in relief.

"What the hell, Gianna." Rafe spits, pushing me against the counter.

"I'm sorry." I say, pushing his arms off me, and moving away from him.

"Why were you listening to my conversations with my dad?" Rafe questions, staring down at me.

"I- I came downstairs to see if you were going to that stupid party later. It doesn't even matter anymore." I say, walking out of the kitchen.

"Gi, wait." I hear him, running behind me, his hand wraps around my wrist and he pulls be back to him.

"What, Rafe?" I question, looking at him in disgust, and ripping my wrist out of his hands.

"Can you give me a ride?" He questions.

"Fuck you." I say, walking towards the front door and slipping my flip flops on.

"Thank you." Rafe says, opening the front door for me.

"Whatever." I say, avoiding eye contact with him. I walk towards my car and slip my keys into the ignition.

This is not the first time Rafe Cameron has laid his hands on me. I think of all the other times Rafe has hurt me. Tears sting my eyes, as i struggle to keep my eyes on the road.

"Gi I'm sorry." Rafe says, placing a hand on my wrist.

"You always are." I say, quickly wiping a tear that falls down my cheek, "Where are we going, Rafe?"

"Barry's." Rafe says, turning his head away from me when i look at him.

"The drug dealer?" I question, pulling my car over on the side of the road.

"Yes the fucking drug dealer Gi." Rafe says, pressing his fingers to his temples, "What other Barry is there?"

"Please tell me it's only for weed." I say, pulling my car back onto the road.

"It's not." Rafe sighs.

"Why? Why am- Why!?" I shout slamming my hands on the steering wheel.

"Gia, I need the money. Damn it, I'm not using." Rafe says, rubbing his hands on his knee caps.

"Bullshit." I say, shaking my head angrily, "I worked so fucking hard, helping you get clean, paying Barry so you didn't have to work for him. Now your back, working with him and shit behind my back. How could you?" He says nothing to me, and i feel the tears falling down my face.

"Fuck!" I yell, slamming on the breaks.