Can't Hide Forever

6. Out of Sight, Out of Mind

I didn't sleep well that night. I tossed. I turned. I couldn't get what had happened hot of my mind, and I didn't want to leave her unattended when she felt this way.  I wouldn't. I knew she was trying to forgive me, I didn't know if I could ever forgive myself.

When I did fall back asleep it wasn't for long. Almost hourly, I woke up afraid I missed something. But I did eventually lull into a dull sleep.

I woke up and she wasn't next to me. Then I heard her. She was puking. I dove out of the bed.

The bathroom door was open. I crossed the bathroom in one strade. I picked up her hair, rubbing her back. I knew how much she hated puking.

She ripped off her puke covered shirt, leaving her in her bra and pajama pants.

"Come on," I heaved, picking her up. I laid her on the bed walking towards type kitchen, grabbing a pot.

"What's going on," Sam asked, as he rubbed his eyes. He was shirtless, wearing his black basketball shorts low on his hips.

"She's drunk. Take this to her?" I asked. He smirked.

"No. You take it, I'll make her breakfast. It'll help." He said. He hated me almost as much as she did. But he loved Emily more than anything in the world. I knew he did.

He pulled out the eggs, and started lugging things from the fridge. I handed her the pot, right as she puked.

Sam came in about 20 minutes later, when the mouth watering scents were almost overwhelming.

I set up the small dresser in front of the bed, as a table.  Sam set out a large chicken fried steak, breaded and golden to perfection, swimming in white gravy. He set a plate of fluffy cheese covered eggs next to the cheese, egg, ham, and sausage biscuit sandwiches. He laid a plate of bacon out, and a large glass of Mountain Dew. She groaned.
"Sammmmmmm how do you expect me to eat this grease swimming, heavenly goodness when I can barely keep down water." She moaned.

"Trust me, you know I know my alcohol." He told her. She shrugged, picking up a piece of bacon.

"There's more in there," he told me, hinting at the alone time he wanted.

I ate a plate of eggs and bacon slowly, as James and Darien came into the kitchen. Adam joined us soon after.

"You fuckers better leave me some food or I'll kill you," Sam yelled, followed by a thump and his scream.

"I might feel better but my headache from hell doesn't. You yell again I'll bust your balls." She growled, shoveling eggs in her mouth.

I saw her shoe had been tossed at his head. I giggled. Sam glared at me.

"Feel better?" I asked her. She shrugged, and kept eating.

The next couple days, her and Sam took turns cooking. She quit drinking and did her best to talk to me at night. Usually she didn't need to, she wore herself out enough she slept through the night. The next couple weeks were really quiet, and we were all starting to get ansy.