Secrets Look Different in the Light

Chapter 14

Dylan's POV

     Fuck, fuck, fuck. Did someone replace the sun with a spotlight?  I can feel the sun shining through my fucking eyelids. 

"Thank God, you didn't die in your sleep." I hear the loudest, highest pitched voice say. 

"Can you shut the fuck up please." I say, trying to ignore it.

"A thank you for making sure you didn't croak last night would be nice. I didn't have to do it, you know." It keeps talking. Against my better judgment, I pry my eyes open just enough to see who's voice it is. 

"May? Why the hell are you here?" I ask her.

"Oh, fuck me, you don't even remember do you?" She asks, exasperated. 

"Remember what?" I ask. 

She rolls her eyes then closes the bedroom door. "That you got utterly wasted yesterday and then did coke with me in the bathroom of a steakhouse." Pieces of what she says comes back to me. A Jack Daniels bottle, May and I in a bathroom stall, and a scotch glass at dinner.

"That explains it." I mutter, finally understanding why everything feels like it's on fire. My senses are way too sensitive. 

"Since you've made it through the night, and officially woken up, my job here is done." She says, zipping up her boot and grabbing her purse.

"I didn't ask you to come over." At least I don't think I did. 

She turns around, her expression cold. "And if you had gotten alcohol poisoning because the coke made you feel like you could handle more? Or if you'd had a heart attack from the two mixing? Who would've known Dylan? You could've been dead on the floor by this morning and no one would've known." She yells at me.

I scoff. "Yeah cause you're the one to lecture me about drugs." 

She gets in my face, grabbing my chin to force me to look at her. "You don't mix them with alcohol Dylan. I'm really fucking serious. I don't give a shit if you wanna do coke, so do I. But if you're gonna, don't be stupid about it. I'm not gonna be here to watch over you again, you got it?" 

She drops my face and walks out the door, slamming it behind her. And I know as I clutch my skull and fall into the pillow, she slammed it just for me.

Avery's POV

      In thigh high-boots and a pleated skirt, I watch as May carries herself down our stairs. 

What the hell is she doing here? I walk into Dylan's room without so much as a knock.

"I swear if y'all are back together after we helped your drunk ass yesterday Dylan, I will throw you out the window." I yell into his room. 

Then from his bathroom I hear him puke his guts out. I approach him with more sympathy than I did a few moments ago.

"Dylan?" I ask softly, stepping into the bathroom. He's sitting on the floor, head resting on the seat of the toilet. His eyes are bloodshot, and the dark circles underneath them are ungodly. I walk over to his sink and get him a cup of water.

"Why was May here?" I ask, handing the cup to him. 

He takes a long gulp from it.

"I texted her I think. She was worried and came over to make sure I didn't drink myself into a coma. It was a platonic thing though, don't worry. She still doesn't want me." He drinks the rest of the water and then flushes the toilet. 

"Fuck, why is everything so loud?" He groans, and stands up.

"Maybe I should call the school for you? Act like Mom and tell them you're staying home sick." I offer.