Touch The Skye (ON HOLD)

Chapter 6

*AVERY*

"Skylar, come. On." I huffed as I dragged him up the drive way. 

"Leave me alone!" He slurred and staggered. Jeez, how much had he drank?! 

"Look, Skylar, I really need to get you inside okay? Walk straight! You're not even tryi-- ng!" I huffed the ending as we nearly fell going up the steps. Why was I doing this? It didn't make any sense at all! Why was I being so nice to the guy who treated me like poop? 

I jammed my key into the new lock and deadbolt and dragged him inside. I just barely got him to the couch before he completely gave up on me. Legs and arms killing me I flopped onto the floor. I took a few breathes to regain myself before getting up and re-locking the door. I sat next to Skylar on the couch, "You seriously owe me big time, Skylar Evans!"

"Oh don't even. You can't just act like you didn't say anything in the fucking cab!" He hissed alcohol into my breathing space. 

My nose curled at the scent, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Bull. Shit. You know exactly what I'm talking about. I'm talking about how you said you cared about me." He smirked in my face as I tried ignoring him. 

My will broke under his constant stare and I turned and tried to glare, "So what? Big frickin' deal! So what if I care about you! I care about everyone! Even homeless people!" 

Those blue orbs were so unnerving! "Alright, you care about the homeless. I don't see you going out of your way in the dead of night to feed and clothe them." 

Oh, I just wanted to smack the smirk off his face! "What exactly are you trying to insinuate Skylar?"

"You tell me Avery." 

My jaw clenched. He was even more infuriating when drunk. "Look Skylar, I don't know what kind of game you're trying to play, but understand that I'm not playing. I went get you tonight because I know you didn't have anyone else to get you because you're such a jerk. And Matt and my mom have been through enough for one night and don't need any more of your selfish games. You're lucky I was up and that I'd never abandon someone drunk. If anything you owe me a huge thank you for the last time I took care of your drunk butt, going get you and taking care of you now; because I can't just leave you down here and there's no way you can get upstairs." I finished with my lips pursed and a triumphant feeling. 

"That was nice. But the real reason you won't go upstairs is because you're terrified. It's clear in your eyes that the thought of going up there petrifies you. And no one told you come get me. I was fine on my own. Just like I was fine before you and your bitch of a-" My hand collided with his cheek.

"Don't. You. Ever. Speak that way about my mother again. You think you're so big and tough, well you don't know anything about me." My hand burned and his cheek was red. "I- I'm sorry. I shouldn't have slapped you like that. Just don't talk about my mother like that. She's been through enough."

"Whatever." He turned away. It started drizzling outside and the drops slapped at the windows with distant thunder rolls.

After a couple of minutes of silence I asked, "Skylar? Can I ask you something?"

"You just did dumbass." 

I rolled my eyes, "I'm being serious." I picked at my nail polish.

He sighed, "You've already fucked up my drunken mood so what is it?"

"During the um break in... what was the writing on the wall about?"

"I told you-"

"Yeah, I know what you told me. But I want the truth. I know you're hiding something." I stared at him. Hoping he'd answer me. A sudden crack of thunder and flash of lightning threw me out of my skin.