A Do Or Die Situation (Sequel to To Offset The Shakes) // Andy Hurley/Trohley

The Feeling (Varying POVs)

A/N: Just an FYI, this chapter (possibly the next couple) may be a little depressing. You've been warned. DonT YELL AT ME.

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*Libbie's POV*

I awoke the next morning, still in the bathroom, still lying on the floor with a towel under my head. I felt a little better for the most part, aside from the killer headache and the immense guilt still. I sat up against the bathroom wall, groaning and holding my head. I worked up enough strength to stand up and make my way into my room, where I then collapsed onto my bed and curled up in my blanket. I was soon able to fall back asleep, hoping I could eventually sleep this off, since it was Sunday and I didn't have to worry about anything going on.

*Andy's POV*

"Mmm, morning babe," I said, sliding over in bed and kissing Joe's cheek.

"Morning," he half yawned, half smiled.

"Did Libbie make it home safe and sound?" I asked, sitting up.

"For the most part," he shrugged.

"Oh?" I asked.

"Well, I'd let her rest for a bit. It's not really my place to tell you what happened, maybe she'll tell you later," he said.

I gave him a funny look, then got out of bed, slipping my plaid pants on and my black shirt. I wandered down the hallway, peeking in Summer's room to make sure she was still sound asleep. Afterwards, I made my way to LIbbie's room, where I quietly opened the door. She was curled up in her bed, her dress still on, her combat boots still on. I walked over to her bed and gently sat on it, putting my hand on her shoulder.

"Libbie," I quietly said, shaking her just a little. She didn't move much, so I tried again. "Babe, wake up."

"Mm, what?" she asked into her pillow.

"Are you alright?" I asked, turning her so she was facing me.

"I feel better now," she added, and her alcohol breath hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Whoa, Libbie were you drinking last night?" I asked, and as if on cue, she completely broke down in my arms. I held her tight, stroking her hair, not really knowing what else to do.

"Y-Yes, I was drinking, okay? I got drunk and fucked up s-so bad," she cried.

"What happened?" I asked, wiping her tears.

"I-I cheated on Mack, dad, and with Gage of all people. I feel horrible. I don't know why I did what I did, but all I know is that I messed up. She's never going to forgive me, and I can't say I exactly blame her," she cried.

"Hey, calm down," I said, rubbing her back. "Let's deal with one thing at a time ... First off, Elizabeth, you're only sixteen; you should not be drinking. Can I assume there might have been drugs involved at some point too? Elizabeth, my nose does not lie. I know what weed smells like, given I live with a stoner husband. I'm not going to tell you you have to stop, but I'm not sure how I feel about it, okay? I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed in the use of both marijuana and alcohol," I explained. "How much did you drink?"

She sniffled, "I-I lost count after four or five beers."

"Jesus, Libbie. I'm also not saying you can never touch another drop of alcohol in your life, but don't you see what it does to you? Especially at a young age? You're hungover, I'm sure you were nauseous last night, and you had never touched a drop before last night, correct?" she nodded. "Then that only enhances the effects of it. Never having touched a drop to drinking five plus cups of beer? Elizabeth, you and I both know you're smarter than that. I'm very disappointed in you."