Celo

Chapter 19

KYLE

I gripped the bottle in my hand and drank the last of it. Blood ran from my palm when I placed it on the ground to stand. My head swam as I threw another bottle down. It was pointless and only somewhat satifying and I slid down the brick wall again, out of beer and out of money and drunk out of my mind. There was no one to hear my gross sobbing behind the Seven-Eleven and eventually the twightlight turned into darkness and the streetlights clicked on and I sat staring at them with my mouth open forming silent sobs. 

I snapped my eyes open and became horribly aware of a powerful headache. Everything looked unnaturally bright. There was blood staining spots on my clothing all along the side I was laying on. As I rolled over many of the glass bits remained stuck in my clothes and skin. I made my way to the trash can and vomitted but there wasn't much there. I hadn't eaten much for a while actually. Suddenly, I felt angry, I was angry at everything. I kicked the trash can and it fell spilling its pogent contents. I ran and tried to remember which store I'd been at and where I could go. Somewhere along the line I ended up at Casey's house. WIthout thinking I knocked on the door.

CASEY

My mom tiptoed hurriedly into my room. "Shhhhh. Don't be alarmed just yet but there is a drunk man at the door. Just, don't make any noise till he goes away." 

All I could think was it must be Quinn and Kyle's dad. They had been home and fine for a week now. Why didn't they stop him? Why didn't they call to warn me? Maybe they didn't know he was coming here. How did he know where we lived? Maybe they tried to stop him. Maybe he hurt them. Oh God. There were footsteps outside and then a face appeared in my window. My mom grabbed me in fright. My heart dropped, but not because I was afraid anymore. It was Kyle. 

My first instinct was to run outside and help him. I couldn't though, my mom was in the room. He saw my mom and his expression changed. He ran away. I followed my mom to our front window and we got their in time to see him escape down the street. My heart was racing. I hugged my mom and fled back to my room, pulling out my phone and dialing kyle. 

"Kyle?"

"Casey I---"

"What happened? Where's Quinn?"

"I don't know."

"What--" I was beyond confused.

"I was drunk Casey, I got drunk. I don't remember. I don't know."

"Kyle---"

"Casey, please." He begged, I wan't sure what exactly for.

"Where are you?'

"Right around the end of your street."

"Stay there." I said and hung up. 

"Where ya goin'?" My mom asked as I skirted out the door with my keys.

"To see afriend." I yelled behind me and in my haste slammed the door much harder than I meant. At first, I was just going to run to Kyle but I decided that we might want a car and I might not want to bring him back here to get it. I hopped in the driver's seat and found Kyle. He was sititng with his knees up to his chest on the side walk and his head in his hands. I told him to get in the trunk and he did. Quite gingerly though; I would guess by the blood on his clothes that he had cuts all up his right side. 

The seats were down in the back of my car and we both sat in the room back there. I waited for him to speak. He hadn't said anything yet when my phone began buzzing. It was Quinn.

"Casey?"

"I have your brother."

"What?"

"Ya, he's in my car."

"Is he--"

"Sort of. Where are you?"

"At your house."

"We're in my car, down the block, by Emerson." I hung up on him.

He knocked on the back window and I let him in. He breathed heavily as he climbed inside. It was getting cozy in the trunk. "What the hell Kyle!" He yelled. Kyle shoved him into the trunk door. Quinn bent over rubbing his neck and Kyle recoiled back curling into a ball in the corner. Yelling at cussing ensued which I beared uninterrupting wittness to, but they didn't touch each other again. The coversation went from shouting to apologies and Kyle was crying and Quinn was shaking his head and saying sorry over and over. I had begun to hate hearing him say that word.