Will We Talk?

1- Truth

It had to have been almost midday by the time I woke up as the sun shone brightly through the crack in the curtains. The sun proved itself to be the only source of light as I squinted my eyes, attempting to make out where I was, yet I couldn't put my finger on it. All I knew was that last night I drank Newcastle dry and now I was in a hotel room?

"Evie? Evie, you awake sweetie?" came a familiar voice from the door.

Not a hotel- Fran's house. She must've picked me up when I was out drinking on the streets. Or I drunk texted her, which wouldn't come as a big shock as I had the tendency to do so.

"Nar, I'm still at kip." I replied sarcastically, using all of my power to sit myself up, resting my heavy head against the headboard.

"Funny." she smiled, coming to sit next to me on the bed, "You need to stop doing this, Evie. You're really going to hurt yourself. Drinking every night will just tire you, the same way you're tiring me and Rylee."

Feeling guilty was an understatement. I'm not sure if it was having the truth be told to me or the alcohol from the night prior, but my heart thudded and I felt myself go pale.

Tears pricked my eyes as I thought about hurting the two of them unintentionally.

"I need help, Fran." I gulped, reaching for her hand and resting it onto my thigh.

"I know, Evie." she murmured, voice breaking and gripping onto my hand tightly, as though I was going to leave. I could tell she was trying not to cry, staying strong for me.

"You can cry, you know." I chuckled, opening my arms for her to cuddle.

She did exactly that and we stayed in that position until Rylee walked in, unexpectedly. Without hesitation, she joined the two of us on the bed and snuggled into the side of me that was free.

"I love yous so much. I divnt kna if I'd make it without yous." I whispered, kissing a light kiss into each of their heads.

As much as I wish we weren't in that position, it was moments like those that I loved: when we each showed each other our vulnerable side. All three of us rarely showed emotion unless it was a really big issue, which this is.

"What you going to do then?" Rylee asked, standing herself up.

"I dunna, what do yous reccomend?" I replied.

"Therapy," Rylee began, face serious, "or rehab?" she laughed, making the light out of the situation.

"I divnt want to go to rehab, I'm too young for that shit." I said, making the pair laugh, as I stood up to put a stray hoodie over the top of my freezing body, "Have you got an AC on or somet?" I whined at Fran.

"Aye, its fucking roasting outside today like." she groaned, laying herself on the bed.

"You're kidding. Its baltic in here man." I chuckled, putting my crocs on that I must've came in with.

"Howay, we'll get you some breakfast going. Hoy some of me spares on, Evie." Rylee said, leaving the room, followed by Fran who snuggled into her side.

Sometimes I forgot that Rylee and Fran were dating, it hadn't been going on for long but it was very expected when they told me. Thankfully, things weren't awkward, except for when I'd catch them being coupley- it's like watching your sister and her boyfriend.

I opened the wardrobe that sat opposite to the bedframe, revealing a bunch of lingerie piled up. Initially, my mouth opened in shock but then I burst into laughter that continued until I got to the dining room.

"You dirty buggers." I scoffed through sniggers.

"So you came across THE closet?" Rylee chuckled, loud enough to alert Fran from the other side of the room.

"Excuse me?" she squeaked, making me laugh even more.

"Told Evie to put on some of my clothes and she looked in the wardrobe." Rylee snorted over her shoulder.

"I feel like me mam's just caught me in the act, I'm so sorry Eves." Fran gasped, cheeks going bright red.

That 'morning' was the best morning I had ever experienced in a long while, especially after we figured I miscarried. I remember it like it was yesterday- waking up to blood in my bed and having no one home with me. Therefore, I rang Fran in the hopes that she knew what was going on. Being friends with a midwife really has its perks.

They helped me to tell Joseph, causing ructions as he tried to leave. They helped me take everything out of the nursery that would only remind me of the child I couldn't care for. They sat by me as I watched and begged him not to leave. How foolish.

Words can't say how much I loved the two of them and how much I appreciated them.

"Thank yous both." I smiled as my breakfast/ lunch was placed before me.

"Its nowt you wouldn't do for us." Fran smiled, placing a hand on my fist that sat on the table.