Forgotten Memories (Shoey)

Ch 10- YOU F*CKED A MOP?

"Joey?" I breathe out. It's very difficult for me to talk and my head is spinning. It feels like I'm on a carousel with the speed cranked up 100 times while stuffing dry salty crackers into my mouth. I think I'm going to throw up. I might throw up. Yep. I'm definitely going to throw up.

 I just threw up.

 I shut my eyes tight as I lean over to the side with the stomach acid burning in my throat. I raise my hand up to wipe the sweat off my forehead, but pull it back to find it covered in blood as a red puddle flows down the slanted driveway.

 "Joey..." I choke out again. No reply. Am I dying? Am I already dead?

 "LOOK AT WHAT YOU F*CKING DID, YOU ASSHOLE!" I hear Joey shout. He's not yelling at me. From the corner of my eye I can see a blurry outline of Joey's body and his back is facing away from me.

 "I DID THIS FOR US! WHY WON'T YOU UNDERSTAND!" the man before Joey walks closer to him, but Joey shoves him away.

 "DON'T BRING YOUR CRAZY ASS ANYWHERE NEAR ME YOU PSYCHO!"

 ~20 MINUTES EARLIER~

 "Heyyyyy, babyyyy," A disoriented man slurs while wobbling towards me. He falls into my lap and wraps his arms around my neck.

 "Are you drunk?"

 "What?" he yells over the loud beat of the music.

 "I SAID ARE YOU DRUNK?"

 "WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU."

 "I SAID ARE YOU DRUNK?"

 "WHAT?"

 "I F*CKED YOUR MOM."

 "YOU F*CKED A MOP?"

 "I F*CKED YOUR MOMMY AND YOUR DADDY."

 "YOU F*CKED MY PARENTS?"

 "Oh so you hear that, but you didn't hear me when I asked are you drunk?"

 "Baby, I heard you the whole time," he says, lightly smacking my chest and throwing his head back in laughter.

 "Are you drunk?" I ask once again.

 "No..."

 "Now, Joey," I say as if I'm trying to get a toddler to tell the truth about eating all the cookies out the cookie jar.

 "Okay maybe just a little."

 "Just a little?"

 "Just a teensy weensy tiny bit. Just that much." He holds his hand up with barely a centimeter of space in between his thumb and index finger.

 "Do you mean that's the little drop you left in the cup after you gulped most of it down?"

 "Shaney, loosen up!" he exclaims. "It's a freaking party! Live life a little!"

 "Whose party is this anyway? Whose house is this?"

 "I don't know and I don't give a fuuuuuuuuuck! Let's party! WOOOOHOOOO!" he jumps off my lap and blends in with the crowd of random partygoers.

 "Joey, wait!" I shout for him over the blaring music. I hop off the couch and chase after him, brushing against sweaty bodies as the random people continue to dance without giving me a clear path to walk. The vibration of the floor from the bass of the speakers mixing in with the second-hand smoke and scent of vile alcohol makes me want to make a run for the front door and go lie in my quiet and soft bed. Joey is my only anchor keeping me here.