Saving Each Other

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

I woke up in my back in my bed, while the alarm clock was blinking 8:37 PM. I had passed out for a while, and I still felt like I could sleep for seven more hours, at least.

After I freaked out at school, James drove me home, and I fell asleep the second I got to my room. Everything with Danny has really taken a toll on me, and the few hour nap I had did wonders to help me.

I heard a crash downstairs and rushed to see what was going on.

When I got there, I hung my head in shame. Hannah and Brad were trying to cook again. Only this time Brad had lipstick all over his face, and Hannah had chocolate goop covering her from head to toe. When I took a second look I saw that brad was clutching his red hand, trying not to cry and Hannah was crying.

“What the fuck?” I said as I walked in, careful not to step on any glass or molten chocolate batter of some sort.

“I… I might have burned my hand.” Brad said waving his hand around trying to cool it down, I rolled my eyes at the pitiful attempt.

“This is HOT!” Hannah yelled she too was jumping up and down, probably trying to get the gunk off.

“You guys are fucking idiots.” I muttered s I dealt with Brad first. I grabbed his wrist and towed him over to the sink and set his hand under the cold water. “Hannah, you need to take your clothes off.” I said as I helped Brad get the chocolate off his hand like he was five.

“What?” Hannah and Brad spoke at the same time.

“You have burning hot chocolate on you, you need to take off your pants and shirt, and then go take a freezing cold shower.” I walked over to her ad threw some towels down on the ground so it was a little safer to walk on.

“No, you just want to see me naked you… you LESBIAN!” she said the name like it affected me in some way. It didn’t.

“Fine, continue to cook your skin. See if I care.” I shrugged and started to walk out of the kitchen when her hand on my wrist stopped me.

“Help me?” She looked like a child in that moment, and not so much like a shameless whore.

“Nope, I’m not helping you undress and give your boyfriend a show, you do it yourself.” She looked like she was about to protest, but she didn’t, just quickly whipped off her shirt, and shimmied out of her pants before waddling out of the kitchen towards the downstairs bathroom.

“I’m going to go help her.” Brad said as he walked past me. Part of me wanted to let him go, simply because it would be funny if Hannah got pregnant or an STD, but I didn’t want to hear their shower sex.

“Go home Brad.” I said, tiredly. He looked like he was about to protest, but I held my hand up. “I’m tired and about to clean up your mess. Do not make me even more pissed off than I already am. Leave.” I glared at him; he gulped and left without another word. “Damn fucking idiot.” I muttered as the door shut.

It took me a while, but I finally got the mess cleaned up. Deciding that Danny needed to get out of his room, I walked up stairs and up to his door. I walked in without knocking.

“Hey loser.” I said, jumping on the bed. He was buried under his blankets. When I pulled all them off, I was hit by the worst smell in the world.

“Go away.” He mumbled into his pillow.

“No can do. You need to shower.” I muttered under my breath. I got up from the bed and flicked on the light. His room was a complete disaster. Trash was everywhere, clothes were decorating any surface, and there was some broken glass scattered around.