The Fall of Family

Chapter Fourteen

I scrunched up my eyebrows, confused of what he meant. I was going to have few more hours like this? What!?! I looked up again as he chuckled another time and shook his head.

"You were lucky I didn't drink too much. Otherwise, I think you would of had a few broken bones and thrown up a lot more times," he glanced at me again and shook his head like he was disappointed. I blushed some more and felt my head clear a small amount.

"Will you stop being mysterious and tell me why I should feel lucky right now?"

He replied almost immediately and started what seemed to start to be a long story.

"Well, for starters, you drank a LOT. After you had your first few drinks, someone showed up with some drugs, and you found him pretty fast... After that, Abby and Josh came to the party. She had a few drinks also and then you and her exchanged some bad words. Someone got ticked and started a fight. You and her got some good punches in and the entire party watched the fight. I managed to pry you too apart, but as you can tell, you got a few good bruises. You almost knocked her out and I was pretty impressed,"

I blushed and looked at the floor as Mathew continued the story.

"Eventually, you and her stopped walked away from each other and continued with the party. I saw you try to slip out into an empty room with a few boys at one point,"

Now I was really blushing and could see why Mathew was chuckling at me so much.

"I tricked you into getting in the car around 1:00 and drove you here, my place by the way, and you passed out on the couch. And that was last night in a nutshell," he swung his arms in the air and concluded his speech.

I was surprised that I was so exciting, I never thought I would've been that fun to be around.

Then it hit me like a brick wall.

I felt all of the blood that was in my face drain. I felt like the room was 20 degrees hotter and I was going to throw up again. I took some deep breaths and tried to keep the leftover alcohol down and with a calm voice that racked with worry I asked Mathew, "What time is it?"

He pulled his phone out of the jeans I though he wore last night and said, "3:25 in the morning,"

After the answer, I knew for sure that there was no blood left in my head. My heartbeat rang in my hears and felt last nights alcohol in my throat and spoke, "I need to leave. I need to leave. I need to leave,"

I already started to get up off the floor but the dizziness caught up with me. I stumbled back down to the floor, making a commotion in the act, and continued to try to get up toward the door. Mathew started to whisper loudly to me but I didn't listen to him. He pulled me back down to the floor as I heard a door open. I stopped trying to get up, felt my eyes widen to the size of plates and looked at him.

"...Are gonna hear you, see what I said would happen, see what I said!" He huffed and turned toward the hallway entrance as a middle aged man walked in. He had bags under his bloodshot eyes and was wearing a ragged T-shirt on with shorts down to his knees. I knew immediately he was Mathew's dad and figured that his wife wasn't too far behind. Mathew scratched the back of his neck nervously and mumbled under his breath. The man looked from Mathew to me to the pile of barf and back to Mathew.

He finally spoke. "What the heck is going on?"

Mathew let out a deep breath and said, "Well, while we are here... dad, Maria; Maria, dad, um Ron,"

I let out my hand to shake but I doubt that Ron would've taken the puke-covered hand. I slowly set it down by my side as Mathew continued to talk.

"Um, she was at the party that I invited her to, and she drank too much and I brought her here, basically. I wasn't gonna let her drive home and I assumed her family was asleep and I didn't want to bother them, so... Yeah,"

Ron looked at his son with wild eyes and shook his head as Mathew did to me. He looked up again and asked both of us, "Shouldn't her parents be worried?"

I gently slapped Mathew on the arm that he was holding me with and have him the what-do-you-think-I-was-thinking look. He looked at me with the ohh-I-just-messed-up-big-time look.

Ron gave Mathew a you-need-to-use-something-called-common-sense look and pointed toward the door. "I am going back to bed, I expect this vomit cleaned up by the time your mother and I get up,"

Mathew nodded and turned toward me to help me up and directed me through the kitchen to a large, white door. He opened the door to reveal a dimly lit garage. He took me toward the red car that he drove to the party and helped me I into the passages seat. After I was safely in in, I felt less dizzy and sick. Mathew got in the drivers seat and started the car, then we drove out of the driveway down the street to my house.

The next thing I knew I woke up to Mathew shaking me. My guess is I fell asleep on the way and took a small nap. I shook my head as my stomach lurched and got out of the car, I stumbled a little bit to the garage door.

Mathew asked me if there was an unlocked door and I shook my head no. With his hand on my back, I punched in the garage door code and waited for the creaky door to go up. I turned to Mathew and said, "I can go inside from here."

He removed his hand from my back and nodded. He put his forehead on my forehead and whispered, "This isn't how I planned it would go after I asked you to prom, but I will take it," he put a slime on his face that I couldn't tell was forced or not, then reached up and put a piece of hair behind my ear. I grinned and thanked him for the treatment.

I attempted to walk away and show him I was fine, but ended up stumbling over my feet and almost feel onto the concrete. He laughed behind me as I climbed up the stairs. I could feel more alcohol coming up, but I managed to keep it down until I pushed the button to make the garage door down.

He smiled at me as the metal covered his face and I waved back. I tried to look as cute as possible as the garage door closed completely. After I heard his door open the shut, I ran down the stairs as fast as I could and threw up the trash can we had in the garage.

After I finished retching, I wiped my mouth and opened the door to my living room. I saw Drew passed out on the couch and my dad was sleeping siting up, facing the door. I guessed they were waiting for me to get home.

A feeling of doom you get when you know you are in trouble grew in my stomach and I slipped pass them, being careful to not wake them up.

I was doing a pretty good job until my hip bumped the side table next the the couch. Drew rolled over and resettled himself, while still asleep, and continued to breath deeply. After I bumped the table, I froze and then made a dash toward my bedroom.

I heard the strange scratching noise I heard the night before I found out about Bear and realized it was the wheel spinning as fast as his legs would let it go. He stopped to look at me and he went swinging as the momentum was still moving the wheel. I pressed my hand to my mouth and made an attempt not to laugh, but a chuckled slipped through.

I froze again and listened to the even breaths of Drew and dad outside, then decided not to take anymore chances, dove into my bed and passed out, hoping I would wake up without a hangover, but doubtful.