Maia's P.O.V
Wake up.
I groaned.
Wake up and look around.
My eyes fluttered open. I was in a room with black walls and a gray carpet. I was in a queen sized bed that was also black.
"Oh look, sleeping beauty's finally up."
A familiar voice said.
"Ugh, hello Sean. Where am i?"
Sean walked over to me with a poptart.
"This is my room, idiot."
My jaw dropped. When we were little Seans room was super pink. He didn't like pink but it just was. He handed me the poptart which I gladly accepted. I noticed Sean had a water bottle.
"Can I have a sip of that?"
I asked.
"No, you've had to much to drink. You'll be throwing up in a matter of minutes."
He responded coldly, taking a sip of the clear liquid.
"Sean are you drinking vodka?"
I asked again, sitting up.
"Of course. What else do you think I drink."
He responded, his voice was harsh.
"Sean why do you- oh my god. Do you have an-"
"I think you should leave."
He said quickly, cutting me off.
"I don't need you throwing up in my toliet."
He walked back downstairs, grabbing a small box and something else off of his desk and quickly shoving it in his pocket before he left. I decided to follow him, so I quickly got up and walked after him.
"Sean please, tell me what's wrong."
"Why the fuck do you care."
He responded.
"Because I'm your friend!"
I shouted. He stopped at the front door.
"You don't know what's going on with me. Don't you think true friends should?"
He said while opening the door.
"Now get out."
"Don't have to tell me twice! Listen here you ungrateful bitch! Maybe if you weren't so secretive then I'd be able to help!"
I screamed. Seans hand clenched into a fist.
"MAYBE IF I WASN'T SO SECRETIVE YOU'D FIND OUT THE TRUTH. AND MAYBE I DON'T WANT YOU TO FIND OUT THE TRUTH! EVER THOUGHT ABOUT THAT?! NOW GET OUT OF MY APARTMENT!"
Seans eyes were filled with hate. I couldn't see through him. I quickly ran out of the front door and down the hallway. I heard a loud bang behind me though I didn't stop running. When I had ran out of the apartment building, I'd relized, I have no idea where I am. So I did the first thing I thought of, I called James.
"Hello?"
"Hi James."
I said.
"Maia what's wrong?"
I ran my fingers through my hair.
"I need a ride, I'm at Seans."
"I'll be there in like, five minutes."
I smiled.
"Thank you, James."
The call ended. I felt like throwing up but I couldn't on the sidewalk. Or could I... either way I wasn't planing on trying. A few minutes later James' car pulled up to the sidewalk. I walked to the door and quickly got in.
"Bring me home."
I said, my voice dull.
"I can't."
He responded while driving away.
"And why not?"
"Because your mother would murder you."
I sighed. He was right. About five minutes later I was running into James' house so I didn't puke in his car. I was leaning against James' bathroom wall, hoping I don't throw up again.
"Would you like a pain killer?"
James asked through the door.
"Yes pl-"
I didn't finish my sentence because next thing I knew I was throwing up again. I heard James open the door a few minutes after and walk inside the bathroom with a glass of water and two painkillers. He handed me the painkillers along with the water. I swallowed them with the water.
"I shouldn't of drank."
James laughed at my remark.
"I think you drank more than you realize."
I raised an eyebrow,
"Excuse me? I only had three drinks!"
I yelled. It made my headache worse.
"Maia, you had five."
James finally said.
"Wonderful."
I said sarcastically.
"Do you think you'll be able to face your mother about where you were?"
James said.
"Nope. I'd have to lie to her."
"Do you think you'll be able to actually go home?"
"Nope."
"Well you could always stay here tonight."
