Someday

Help- Mila

     I will never forget what I just allowed to happen to my dad. But I have to try. I drink and drink and drink. I can barely remember my name, stand, or speak. Dylan supports me and finally gets me to stop. He drives me home and kisses my forehead. I grab his arm and won't let go. 'Stay. Please? I need you.' I swear I see him chuckle at this but brush it off. I give him the puppy dog eyes and he sighs and walks toward the house with me. I cheer, which is both the alcohol and my personality. Don't judge.
     I hear soft music playing and guess Maddie is asleep, with her annoying habit of falling asleep with her music on. Ashton goes in to investigate and sprints back out gasping. He starts babbling. Something about Maddie, Ashton, wine, and cameras. I shrug it off but he tugs me in. I see Maddie passed out (in my stuff!!!) and Ashton taking pictures and flipping through other pictures. I lose it. Be it the alcohol, the anger, the overprotective mess, or all three, I lose it. I start screaming at Ashton. Maddie doesn't even stir. What did he do too her? "Ashton. Grab Maddie. She hasn't woken up from me screaming and she is a super light sleeper. I'll be back after I deal with this trash. Okay Ashton. What did you do? I can fill in the blanks of what just happened but why did you do this?"
     "I like, Maddie, okay. But I miss having a girl like Kayla. So, I admit, I pressured her a bit. But she agreed to it. I'm not at fault! Please. I love Maddie. I would never hurt her. I don't know what happened. We took pictures together and then she just passed out." A tear trickles down his face and I soften. I can't handle people in pain. I lead him out to the car and he sits in the back and supports Maddie. As the adrenaline wears off I feel drunk and a hangover coming on. But I remember today. Why? When we get to the ER they take her in immediately and start running tests. I check my purse and find two old Tylenol and ask Dylan and Ashton to go get a water and food. I need to try and stop this hangover. I wait anxiously and sleep
in Dylan's lap. As I start to feel better, Maddie starts to steady. I know what I have to do.
"Ashton. I need you to be one hundred percent honest with me. What happened?" I speak as kindly as I can. I need this. He looks down in his lap. I see tears in his eyes and a pang of sorrow hits me hard. He is my best friend. I mean, he is a friend. He sighs and looks at me.
"I would never hurt her. We did nothing she would regret. She is still pure. We ate a nice dinner... We danced, we talked, we kissed... Then I went to the bathroom and she was passed out. I thought she was asleep. I'm sorry. Please... He collapses on the chair in tears.
"Oh... Ashton... What else is wrong? I'm sure she will be okay. You haven't been the same since you broke up with your girlfriend..." His eyes flash and he sits up.
"I never did anything wrong in that relationship! Nothing! I was caring, compassionate, loving attentive, and I gave her what she wanted. She was to dumb to handle the love." He is panting he is so angry. I'm shocked. What did he do to deserve this. I peek over at a sleeping Dylan and wrap Ashton in my arms. I quickly let go, but he gets it. He is muttering under his breath. It seems to make him feel better, because his eyes go back to normal and he sits down. Then he kisses me. I pull back immediately. He sighs in longing. "I've wanted to do that for so long..." He whispers to me.
"Ashton. Is kissing my sister not enough? We look exactly the same for gods sake! I'm taken. And so are you. I knew you did something in your past relationship! I knew it!" Whoops... Guess who is up.
     "Ashton, are you serious right now? Hands off dude, she's mine and you've got your own!" Oh no. He will not own me. I am by some prize to be won ( sorry for the Disney quote, I had too.)
     "While I don't disagree, I don't agree either. I am not your own and he does not have his own. He has a girlfriend. Who is a human being. So while you two beat your chests and have a manly fistfight, I'll be checking on Maddie. Who we are here to see," I walk out in a huff. They seriously think they own us? I laugh to myself and feel hysteria bubbling up. I'm too tired, too sick, too sad, and too emotional to deal with this. But so is Maddie.
     She looks so beautiful. I must look like that in my sleep also. I smile warmly down at her and she stirs in her sleep. I know she knows what I'm thinking, even though we don't have that weird twin telepathy thing. I begin to spill my guts to her and cry hysterically. Alone in the world, I huddle in a hospital chair in tears. This is what my life has come to now.