We sit like that for sometime. Then they both let go and look expectantly at me. Staring at the floor I breathe silently. Its the only sound in the whole room. After about five or six minutes Allyson breaks the silence.
"So um you wanna talk about last night?"
Is it morning? It must be early. Probably around 5:30 cause the sun hasn't come up all the way.
Silence remains.
"Scar its ok. You can trust us."
Austin breaks the silence once again. Everybody seems to break the silence Dont they? They never can leave it they have to break it.
A warm hand touches my face and forces me to look at him. I stare deeply into his green soft eyes. I look as the light reflects off of them making them look magnificent. They look like glass. Or a green pond. I Dont know how to explain it. They look deep. I sink into them. Tears well up in my eyes. But there isn't enough tears left to cry. So I sit there just staring. I take a deep breathe, like that will help anything and then turn my attention back to the wall before me.
"I was walking to Allysons house. As I was walking I saw the guy from the back of the bus. He was with three others guys and they called me. So I went. I have never turned down a drink. Or anything for that instance."
I look down. Am I ashamed? No. When I drink I know what could happen. Just ignored that little voice in my head. He is always telling me what to do. I never listen. I make a point not to listen to him.
"And?"
Austin stares off at nothing. His chin set his eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed.
"I had a few sips. Not even a whole bottle. Or half. Well maybe half. Anyways I wasnt drunk. I knew what was going on but they didn't. Or if they did then they didn't care. I got up to walk away and one of them grabbed my arm. He wouldn't let me leave."
I look down at my arm where he grabbed it. I see a mark from his hand. Its bruised slightly. I wonder if Austin or Allyson noticed. Looking over at Allyson I notice she didn't until I looked. Her eyes are wide. She notices now.
"Ok."
I stay quiet. Nobody makes a sound. Allyson keeps looking at my arm and finally Austin looks down. He sees my arm. When I notice that he looked at my arm I go to hide it with my hand but its too late. He gets up and walks out.
Allyson wraps her arms around me.
"Im so sorry Scarlet."
She repeats it over and over.
"Its ok."
"Well I can stay here tonight they said. If you want me to?"
"Yea sure."
We just sit there.
"Wanna ride a horse?"
"Sure. Then maybe we could play some basketball. Do yall have a hoop?"
"Yea."
I smile.
"What are you laughing about?"
Allyson asks skeptically trying to hide her own smile.
"You know exactly what im laughing about."
"Yea yea. Short girl playing basketball. Laugh all you want but I will whoop you in basketball."
"Fine lets play ball first then ride some horses."
"Ok. Tall girl."
"You suck at insults."
I laugh to myself. We head outside to shoot hoops. I continue thinking where is Austin. But whatever. Its not like hes my real brother or anything. This is just temporary. We play a lot. Until noon. Then we ride some horses. Then. We go inside to watch a movie. Its called Divergent. I've seen it like a thousand times but who can say no to Theo James?
Soon its night. We all go to eat dinner. Its the first time I see Austin all day.
We eat in silence. Every fork scraping the plate is heard. Every mouth chewing meat loaf is heard. Everything is heard.
After that we head to my room.
***
"Well you coming to Church tomorrow?"
Allyson ask me just as I pick my block from the stack. I am so close to winning the game of Jinga. One more block pulled and she is doomed.
"Yea I guess."
"Ok. Well it is like midnight. So one more game then we head to sleep?"
"Yea sure."
Just then she pulls a block and I watch to see it fall. Only it doesn't. Dangit. Now im stuck. How did it not fall. I look carefully to see which one i want. I pull a bottom one slowly. It rest so that I will have to be careful and not disturb the neighboring blocks. I pull it sucsefully.
Allyson goes for one and it tumbles down. I laugh manically. She laughs too. We set up for the last game of the night.

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