Save Me From Myself

Chapter 8

💟LYZAH'S POV💟

I woke up with a hangover. My head was pounding and I felt like crap. I rubbed sleep from my eyes and sat up. I went blind and dizzy for a minute caused from the sudden change in position. I groaned, and put my face in my hands. I sniffed, and slowly crawled out of bed. I didn't bother to walk, I just crawled to the end of the bed, and rolled onto the floor. Luckily, there was the white plush rug carpet thingy in the way. I groaned again and laid there.

"Good morning, Lyzah. I brought you some coff- why are you on the floor, love?" Trevor's voice filled the room, and boomed in my ears.

"Oh, hi." I said, looking up at him. "Is that coffee?" I finished.

Trevor nodded and walked towards me. I tried to sit up, but my attempt failed miserably. I gave up with a "hmph" and looked up at Trevor. He chuckled and came to help me sit up.

Once I was sitting up and leaning against the bed, Trevor handed me my coffee and an aspirin. I took the aspirin and took a sip of my coffee. I closed my eyes and tried to figure out what flavor the coffee creamer is.

"Is this peppermint?" I ask, pointing to the coffee.

"Yeah, why? Do you want me to get you a new cup of coffee?" he asked, about to get up.

"No, Trevor. Sit. I asked because it tastes good. I just wanted to know. That's all." I said honestly.

Trevor relaxed again, and moved from the edge of the bed, to the floor next to me. He wrapped his arm around my waist, and he rested his head on my shoulder.

"Trevor?" I ask, breaking the silence.

"Yes, Lyzah?" He replies, lifting his head off my shoulder.

"Is my mom's car in the driveway?" I ask, closing my eyes.

"Hold on, love. Let me check. I'll be right back." He said standing up and walking over to the window, moving the curtain out of the way, and peeking through the blinds.

"I can't tell, I can't see through the trees." He said, still trying to see if he could see her car.

"Can you see the porch light?" I ask him, tilting my head up, and resting my head on the edge of the bed.

"Yeah." He said.

"Is it on?" I ask him.

"No, why?" He asks.

"Because if it's off, then she's not home. And I wanted to go for a walk, since it's nice out. But if my mom was home, I didn't want to risk it. If I saw her, I probably would've socked the biotch in the throat for lying to me for all these years." I said truthfully. I smiled to myself, and sat up.

"Oh. I would love to go for a walk, if you feel okay. But if we do see your mom, I'm gonna have to stop you from punching her, love. She is still your mother. You might not like her now, but once she's gone, she's gone. You know that." Trevor said.

I hate to admit it, but he's right. Trevor lost his parents about a year ago. They were coming home from a business trip, and their plane's engines failed, and the plane fell into the ocean, and officials never found any rafts or bodies anywhere. All they found were .a few pieces of luggage here and there on shores almost 100 miles away from the crash site. It was like an aircraft version of Titanic. I remember when a couple officers came over a couple days after the crash to tell us the news. After they left, Trevor sat on the couch and cried for hours. He drank a few beers, much like I did last night. We fell asleep on the couch around 3 AM. He also woke up with a hangover, but I gave him some coffee and an aspirin and hours later he was fine. Even though he was still in a depressed state, he did a really good job about staying strong. He was still supportive, and he still always found a way to make me laugh when I needed it, even though he wouldn't always laugh. It crushed my heart, because he didn't, and still doesn't, deserve that. He already has to put up with me.