unfortunately, the day got worse and worse as it progressed. our first mistake was harmless, splitting up the girls and boys to do their own activities until dinner.
the next mistake, was when the boys all went to the poolside bar. i guess that ethan had waited until grayson– the only person in that group who knew that ethan was an addict– was a little drunk himself.
one of the worst parts was realizing that ethan had lost his sober streak. he was doing so well, too. if there was anything i could have done to prevent that from happening, then i would have done it in a heartbeat.
here i was, with a drunk ethan and a drunk grayson, and a sober tammi. we were in our shared hotel room, placing glasses of water and ibuprofens on the boys' nightstands.
i was sitting on the edge of ethan's bed, feeling defeated. tammi came over and joined me, and gingerly touched my shoulder.
"grayson told me something that i probably shouldn't have heard earlier."
i made eye contact with her, and tilted my head. "w-what did you hear?"
tammi moved closer, so she could whisper in my ear. "on the way up here, he was rambling quite a bit. he told me that ethan's an alcoholic, and that he should have taken better care of him."
fuck.
i knew that this was all going to go tumbling downhill, if i didn't do anything. "we have to get gray to call their mom when he sobers up. i'm just... scared now..."
i looked behind me, then to the left, just to make sure that ethan and grayson were asleep. they were, thank god.
"you aren't alone, and neither is he. he has an amazing girlfriend that would give him the world, he has grayson, his parents... i'm here too, for my boyfriend, for you, for ethan." tammi pulled me into a hug. i squeezed her tight, and wiped away my tears.
just then, there was some extreme pounding noises coming from behind the door. "i need a fucking valium," i sighed, and looked through the peephole. it was holden outside of the door, i had already let him down once today, and i really didn't want to let him down again.
that was my next mistake. as soon as i opened the door, i got punched in the nose. i was stunned, more than anything.
tammi was livid, i was frozen. she was yelling at him, and poking him in the chest. i couldn't feel anything, but i started to freak out when i noticed a giant blood stain on my dress. it was coming from my nose.
tammi ran into the bathroom to get tissues, and crouched down to stuff them up my nostrils. "we have to take you to the hospital."
i couldn't speak, i couldn't move, i was in shock. i couldn't believe that my best friend had hit me.
tammi woke up grayson first, and then ethan. they were both super groggy, but sober enough to comprehend what was going on.
i had never seen ethan look this sad. he ran over to me, and scooped me into his arms. "who the HELL did this to her? what happened?" he was so enraged, that he was at the verge of sobbing.
holden stood up, and walked towards us. "i... it was me, i was just so mad and..."
ethan narrowed his eyes, and eyed holden's bloodied hand. "are you fucking kidding me? you really punched your best friend because she rejected you? you're lucky that she's in my arms, because–"
grayson tapped on his brother's shoulder, and held his arms out. "i'll take her, just kick him in the balls really quick so we can take mase to the hospital."
i wasn't sure if i had passed out from the blood, the pain, or the anxiety, but when i woke up.. i was in the hospital.
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a/n: SO. MANY. PLOT. TWISTS.
