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I threw myself in bed next to Kat, sobbing wildly.
Kat woke up abruptly. "What the freaking heck?" she slurred.
I just continued to sob, not saying anything.
"Erg," she mumbled. She got up and stumbled to the bathroom.
I heard her throw up a couple times and then I heard a flush.
She then left the room and I was like What the heck, some best friend she is.
About three minutes later she returned to my room with about six or seven dinner roles from my mom's thanksgiving dinner.
My sobbing halted for a second and I just sniffed a few times.
"What's all this?" I asked, voice cracking.
"Well every time my daddy gets drunk, he makes me bring him a whole bunch of bread to soak up all the alcohol in his body. . . so I thought I'd give it a try," she said.
I just gave her a look for a second and sniffed some more. "Why?" I asked.
"Well, you're not happy.. and I don't know what's going on, but I can't very well help you if I'm all drunk," she slurred with a smile.
I smiled back and let her go about eating her bread.
About an hour later, she seemed completely normal again and then I poured my heart out to her.
"Oh my God, what a dick," she said, holding me as I sobbed.
"I just can't believe he would do that to me, I thought he was actually in to me," I cried into her shoulder as she softly rubbed my back.
Suddenly we heard small rocks clanking against my window.
"Oh hell no, hold up girl, I'll take care of that little shit," Kat said, standing up and going tp the window.
I just watched with wide eyes.
Kat opened the window and exclaimed "GO THE FUCK BACK TO ENGLAND YOU BRITISH ASSHOLE! NOBODY WANTS YOU HERE, GO FALL IN A DITCH AND DIE!"
I then heard the faint, tiny sound of crying and then heard Kat say, "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry sweetie. I'll buy some! Wait... wait little girl stop running away! ... Come back... COME BACK! LITTLE GIRL COME BACK, I WANT YOUR COOKIES. ERRRRRG."
She then closed the window and faced me, "Fucking greedy little girl scouts," she said and crossed her arms. She then joined me back in bed and sighed.
"I know what'll cheer you up," Kat said.
"What?" I said, completely uninterested. Why was I uninterested? It's like when we, as human beings, are upset, we like to hold onto the things that make us upset, why is it so hard to let go?
"Girls! Dinner is ready!" Mom yelled from downstairs.
"Gaining 20 pounds in one night by eating the best dinner of the whole year," Kat smiled.
I thought it was about time to stop wallowing in self pity and go enjoy an evening with the people who love me and with some amazing food.
I nodded quickly and stood up to fix my makeup because by then all my eyeliner and mascara was now forming trails down my cheeks.
