Stone Cold Sober

Chapter 23: Cheers To Arguing

Brantley: 
I might've had a few drinks tonight and headed out to hang with the guys at a bar but the police stopped me. They made me do a breathalyzer and I was over so I got arrested but then they turned around and let me go. But with no truck and my friends drunk I called Grace. I seen a jacked up blue truck pull up and she hops out in a very pretty red dress. "Hey babe!" I said. "Let's go." She said as she turned around and headed back to the truck. I ran and caught up with her then got in the truck with her. "How was the wedding?" I asked and we headed to my place. "Fine." She said. She never looked at me. "Really Brantley? A DWI?" She turned and looked at me. She looked mad. "It's not a big deal." I said. She just shook her head we got to my place and walked in and she turned to face me and just looked at me. "What if this gets out? This could hurt your career or you could've been hurt. What if you would've wrecked." She said just staring at me. "But I didn't. And trust me, this won't hurt my career." I walked pass her and go sit on the couch. "No Brantley. This can hurt your career. But that's not the point you could've been hurt." "Babe. Calm down. I'm fine. Come sit down!" I said. "I can't believe you," she said and walked to the bathroom.

Grace:
I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror.. Okay, how old is Brantley? 18? He's not in high school anymore. He needs to realize that he could've gotten hurt or he could've hurt someone. And for his career no it's not a huge deal but. It can hurt that too. I walked out of the bathroom. "Are you still pissed?" Brantley asked. "I wasn't really pissed. Just you gotta think about this stuff. Why was you drunk? And where was you going?" "I had a few beers here then the guys called and I was gonna meet them at the bar and on my way the cop stopped me." He said. "Really? You was Drunk so you was gonna go to a bar? Okay." "Babe. What's your problem?" He said. "Brantley, just, maybe you should chill out on the drinking." He just laughed at me. "Uh not happening Grace." He said. Walking right pass me to the fridge and got a beer and opened it. "Brantley I'm serious. You can't drink your life away." "One. I'm not drinking my life away, I'm just having a few beers. It's no harm." "Oh really?" I cut him off before he could finish. "You now have a tow truck bill to pay because they had to tow your truck and you have to pay the police to get it released." I said. "So?" So? That's all he could say. I was so upset that he wasn't taking this seriously. "Brantley, I'm asking you, you don't have to stop but just chill out on the drinking. You don't need a beer every night you're home or every time you're just bored watching tv." "Grace, weather or not I have a beer isn't your business." He cocked off to me. "Brantley, I'm trying to help you." I said. "Help or change?" He looked at me. I was so frustrated with him. "Help." I just shook my head. "Well, I don't want it so don't bring it around." He set down on the couch. "Brantley, listen. You could have been dead. Or killed someone's sister. You know what. I'm done arguing." I grabbed my keys and walked out the door. I got in chases truck and headed home. Ugh. He made me mad. Was I the only one seeing how a DWI is a bad thing for Brantley. He could've been hurt. Or hurt someone else.