Without Your Love

Without Your Love; [5]

"Hallie, wake up."

"Mm," I groaned.

"Hallie, wake up."

"What Mason?" I whined, my eyes still tightly closed.

"I'm sick."

"Don't you dare throw up on my bed."

"How are we going to do this? Your mom will hear me."

"Mason, I'm tired."

"You said I could stay," He pouted, and I smiled when I opened my eyes. He looked adorable.

"Yeah, if you were quiet."

"Hallie, I'm going to throw up. Where do you want me?" He groaned.

"God, Mason. Why'd you have to drink? Follow me, let's go." I swung my legs over the side of the bed and straightened my shirt as I sat up. It fell mid-thigh, covering my small black shorts. I flickered on the light for a second, turning to look at Mason. "You have to be quiet."

"Yes Ma'am." He slurred his words together. I flickered the lights back off, and I opened the door quietly. I walked down the hall, opening the bathroom door and walking in. When Mason followed, I closed it, locked it, and turned on the light. "There." I pointed to the toliet, refusing to look at him. He bent down, and threw up a bunch of crap. Gag. Ew.

I refused to look, trying not to throw up last night's food. I heard my mom's door open, and I heard footsteps. "Hallie? Hal, are you okay?"

I faked a cough, and groaned, "Yeah, I'm fine. Don't come in, it's pretty bad."

"Awe, honey. Let me in,"

"It's okay. I'm okay."

"Hallie, open the door."

I looked at Mason, who looked horrible. "Don't throw up again," I mouthed silently, and I pointed to the shower curtain, "One second Mom, I want to make sure I'm not going to throw up everywhere."

"Why's the door locked?"

"It's not?" I lied, and Mason climbed into the bathtub, pulling the curtain across to cover his body.

I ruffled my hair and grabbed a piece of toliet paper. As I opened the door, I wiped my mouth.

"Oh, honey! I'm so sorry you were so upset with me that it made you sick. Oh, sweetie."

"I'm fine, Mom." I'm used to throwing up, I thought, I'm sick, Mom. I need help.

"Oh, sweetie. My poor baby," She hugged me, sniffing loudly, "You smell like beer."

"What? No?"

"Hallie, don't lie to me. Were you drinking?"

"I wasn't, I swear. I was in my room, Mom."

"Hallie, you smell like beer. And, you don't even look sick."

"I don't feel good, Mom. Stop yelling at me."

"Hallie, you snuck out and went to that party. Didn't you?"

"No!"

"Hallie!"

"Mom, I didn't go!"

"Go to your room, Hallie."

"But--"

"Hallie, I hate when you drink."

"I don't drink."

But she gave me that look, and hesitantly, I left the room, not wanting to leave Mason behind. "Hallie, be honest with me. No lies. Just tell me everything, and I promise I won't be mad."