Y/Ns POV
My knuckles were turning white from how hard I was gripping onto the toilet bowl and my entire body shaking from all the heaving . I felt like complete shit. Somehow my body kept finding more to puke up. "Oh my god!" Sarah screams. I was to focused on not passing out to be paying attention to what was happening around my. I felt rough hands on my back rubbing soothing circles. After a couple more minutes I dropped my head onto the toilet bowl tiredly. "I am so sorry Y/N!" Kiara apologized kneeling next to me. "Go away. All of you leave please." I pant out exhausted. I didn't want to deal with their drama and I didn't want them to meet my mother. Plus I was still pissed they left me like that. "Y/N/N come on..." John B said from behind me. He must have been the one rubbing my back. "No. All of you get the fuck out." I groan to tired to even pick my head up. "Y/N we are trying to help you." Kiara says annoyed. "Why?" I say starting to laugh. This wasn't funny. "You are our friend. We care about you." Sarah wiping my sweaty back with a cool washcloth. I was still just in my bathing suit and Jean shorts. It felt amazing but I was still pissed. "Did you care when I asked if we could go back?" I ask annoyed. There was no answer for a minute. "I'm really sorry. We thought you were faking." Kiara said sounding genuinely sorry. "Well I really don't give a fuck. Get the fuck out." I say flushing the toilet and slowly standing up. Black spots cloud my vision and John B wraps an arm around me to keep me up. "Get the fuck off me. You dropped me off at a random beach miles from home with no shoes. I think your conscience will survive if you let me face plant." I snap. He sighs and let's go. I grab onto the sink rinsing my mouth out with mouthwash. "I'd like you all to leave please." I repeat. "Y/N! I need my fucking booze!" My Mom screams. I groan. She was awake. "Leave. Please." I say stumbling into the kitchen. "Go lay down Mom. You're hungover." I groan getting her a glass of water. "You know your dad used to do this for me." She chuckles. I shake my head. I never told my friends about my Dad and I wasn't planning on it. "Mom stop. Lay down." I say covering her with a blanket. She takes a few sips. "It's a sad thing really. You know if you weren't such a problem child I bet he never would have had a stroke." She spit. "Sleep it off." I sigh putting her water on the end table. I push past the crowd of people in my kitchen and dry heave in the sink a few times. "Please leave." I say throat strained and tears threatening to spill. "Y/N we can't just leave you here." Sarah sighs. "You did on the boat." Everyone felt bad. You could tell. Even Kie. "Look. I know we left you on the boat. I am sorry we never should have done that. We just assumed you were faking since you say you have headaches or stomach aches and leave. And if we don't be all worried and shit you get annoyed and leave." JJ says deadpanning with me. "I say I have a headache because I have a headache. When I don't feel good I get emotional. When you guys don't care it makes me feel like trash. You guys are supposed to be my family. But you don't care. Family is supposed to care. I have no family. My Dad died and my mom blames me and my brother ran away to college and I am trying so hard." I say starting to sob. JJ wraps his arms around me. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know." JJ says ruffling my hair. "None of did." Pope says putting a hands on my shoulder. "I didn't want you guys to know. Because there shouldn't be a reason you care. I don't want the attention or the sympathy. You guys always say I'm faking things but I'm not." I sob harder. "I am so so so sorry." Sarah says gently. "We all are. We are going to make it up to." Pope says trying to help. "We do care Y/N. I promise we do. You're one of our best friends. We have all been so busy wrapped up in our own shit that we didn't notice you were struggling and I'm sorry. I truly am." John B says closing the fight. "I love you guys." I say wiping my tears.
