Two Girls, One Heart.

Too Many Close Calls

  As I'm in the hot shower, I start to sober up a bit. I let the steamy water run like a river down my back, carrying my thoughts away. I get out and which dry off, putting black sweatpants and a grey sweatshirt on. I go to check my phone right after. My eyes almost bulge completely out of my head. I have missed calls from Ashley and Lauren. Both pissed, confused, and saying they were on there way. My mind was all over the place. Did they know now? Should I just run? What if they don't know and I leave and they both get here at the same time? Wha if they get here at the same time and I am here?! Before I even get a chance to think someone is pounding at the front door. I go over to the window in my bedroom that overlooks the front door and see it is just Ashley...so far. I run as fast I as can down the starts, falling down the last three in the process. I must still be a little tipsy. I quickly open the door and Ashley looks drunk and pissed.
  "You run off all fucking night, get 'jumped' and then just come home without telling me! What the fuck is wrong with you Y/N!" Her voice was raised and it almost made me jump back. But I had to remember apparently Lauren was on her way too. I quickly pulled Ashley in and locked the door.
"Seriously Y/N! What the fuck! Start talking!" Ashley says barely slurring her words. I didn't know what to do in this moment. So I just started crying. Yes. I cried like a little bitch. Ashley stood there dumbfounded before she let up with her harshness. "Baby what's wrong?"
    "EVERYONE IS JUST SO UPSET WITH ME. BECAUSE IM SICK. I CAN'T HELP IT. IM OVERWHELMED AND SICK OKAY? I'M SO SORRY." I didn't expect to go off like that, but it happened. Ashley just stood there watching me cry. She then cautiously approached me with a hug.
  "Baby. Shhhh, Im sorry, okay? I didn't know. I was just missing you I guess." I let her words soothe me and fell int her embrace. I had to think of something quickly because I knew Lauren was approaching.
"Ash...uhhh, wait for me upstairs. Let me make this up to you." I wipe my eyes and try to make a smirk appear on my face. Ashley is confused by my sudden mood change but thank God, she obliged and went upstairs. I looked out the front door and still no sign of Lauren. So I scurried off to follow Ashley upstairs. I got to my bedroom and closed the door. I had to think of something quickly to get Ashley to leave...or to get her to sleep. And I knew just how to do that.
  I went into the wet room and I began slowly removing my top as things were getting steamy again. I took off shirt from how soaking wet it was getting from preparing what I was about to give Ashley. She's was gonna get so wet and tired. Since she was drunk getting her to sleep after would be a piece of cake. I walked out into the bedroom again before confronting Ashley.
  "Hey babe! You're drunk go get a nice hot shower and lay down okay? I'll get us some water and stuff and cuddle you after." I say smiling at her. (Did i get ya? 😛)
  "Aw...okay babe. I guess you're right, thank you." She said before kissing my cheek and walking into the steamy wet shower room.
Almost on que, after Ashley walked into the bathroom, there was a knock at the door. I ran as fast as I could to find an angry Lauren at my front door. She swiftly pushes my in amd slams the door behind her.
  "What the fuck was that about?!" She almost screams.  I'm sweating really bad at this point, if she keeps raising her voice, Ashley will hear no doubt. I put my finger over my lips gesturing her to calm down. Should of know that would only make it worse.
  "Did you really...just fucking shush me?" Lauren glares into my soul.
  "Baby Im sorry... I have a headache and I looked gross and I was so out of it. Rickey came to pick me up." I try to explain in a quiet voice. Surprisingly, Lauren was not yelling at this point but still obviously pissed.
  "Okay Y/N, but that doesn't explain you running off on me all night. Where the fuck were you? And don't say bathroom because I checked there."
  "I told you! I kept having to pee, then throw up, and there was someone I wanted to say hi to." I tried to sound convincing.
"Yeah. Who?"
  "What?"
  "Did I fucking stuttering Y/N? Who was this person?" She asks stepping closer to me.
  "His name is Jon. He takes pictures of many festivals and even did some for me at one point." I felt sick inside at how easy I can lie now.
  "Jon...Jon who?"
  "Abel. Jon Abel. Now are you done questioning me?"
She eyes me down for a minute before sighing and looking down at her feet. I try to study her face but can't read it.
  "Y/N you're not cheating on me right?" I went completely white at her question. Before I could even answer I heard Ashley shuffling around upstairs and Lauren just looked at me.
  "Who the fuck is that!?" She makes her way to the stairs and is slightly wobbling from how drunk she probably is.
  "Babe wait I- " I get cut off by her missing the first step and hitting her head on the stair railing. SHIT. I quickly rush to her aid and she's obviously knocked out cold.
  "Y/N ! Are you okay?" Ashley yells down.
"Uh..yeah! Just fell babe, go get dressed and stuff and I'll be there soon!" I start panicking. I quickly moved Lauren to the couch and ran to the kitchen to get some ice for her head. While doing so I called Rickey for backup. It rings twice before he picks up.
  "Uggggggh, girl wha now?"
   "Rickey! Get her quick Lauren is passed out and Ashley is upstairs!"
  "WHAT?!" I didn't give him time to ask anything else. I got an ice bag and ran back to Lauren. She was still breathing and everything thank god. I put the ice on her head and held her hand. I sat next to her stroking her hair and taking everything in. I began to cry realizing how screwed I was. How could I let it get so fucking bad? I left Lauren for a minute to go and check on Ashley. To my surprise she was in my bed asleep already. I went back downstairs when I heard a knock on the door. I opened it and Rickey was standing on the other side. I quickly pulled him in and shut the door then lead him to where Lauren was.
  "Oh ...my god. YOU KILLED HER?" Rickey yells.
  "Shhhh! Shut the fuck up Ashley is sleeping upstairs!" I exclaim in a whisper yell. "She was drunk and heard Ashley upstairs right after she asked if I was cheating on her. Before she could even get up the first step she fell and hit her head. I need help moving her to the entertainment room. She's too limp for me to move her by myself."
  "Uh that's where I cross the line sis. I help you move her then it turns out she's dead and I'm going to jail for life while you get off for pleading to insanity."
  "Rickey she's not dead! Stop fucking saying that! Help me pleaaaase!"
  "Fine. But you owe me big fucking time bitch."
  He helps me carry her into the entertainment center. He takes her arms and I take her legs. We place her on the couch and I get the blanket that was conveniently laying next to her and cover her up. I prop her head up with a pillow and put the ice bag back on the forming bump on the right side of her head.
  "Thank you." I tell him in a low voice.
  "Y/N. This needs to end."
  "I know."
  "I don't think you do! Both of your girlfriends are in the house right now. Both passed out. Chances are Lauren is gonna wake up and not know what happened but you really need to do something soon."
  "I...you're right okay! I just need to find a way to tell them."
  "If you don't Karma will find a way. This is just one of your last close calls. And I can't keep helping you every time you fuck up."
  "I know...heh have I ever told you how much I love you." I say trying to force a grin.
  "Fuck off." Rickey says leaving the room. I follow him into the Kitchen where he starts raiding my fridge. He takes a lot of my leftovers and turns to me.
  "It's like 3 am now. You better find a way to get Ashley out before Lauren."
  "Lucky for me she's on tour so she'll be preparing for that before she leaves."
  "Mhmmm." Rickey hums almost sarcastically, and with that he makes his way out. I go back to check on Lauren one more time who seems to be sleeping peacefully at this point. I set a 7 am alarm on my phone then go to bed where Ashley is also still sleeping. I slip into bed next to her and she cuddles up to me. The guilt once again washes over me and it takes me an hour to fall asleep.
  I wake up to my alarm going on and a harsh headache. Ashley also begins to stir in her sleep. She lets out a cute yawn and stretches her arms up.
  "Morning babe." She says smiling at me.
  "Good morning hun." I say reciprocating the smile. "You gotta head out soon?" I ask trying now to seem suspicious.
  "Yeah...I'm sorry. But ya know, tour calls."
  "Of course babe. I'll call you an uber, go get freshened up."
  "Aw...you're the best." She says getting up and pecking my cheek. She then walks to the bathroom to freshen up.
  "Ha...yeah." I say to myself. I get out my phone and get the uber ready. It takes about 5 minuets to get here and Ashley is out the door, saying our I love yous and I'll call you later on her exit. As soon as the uber pulls out I rush back to Lauren to check on her. She still sleeping and it honestly is making me more tired looking at her. Being too afraid to leave her again I go lay next to her and remove the ice bag that some how stayed on her head for the night. The bump is still there but it is less noticeable. I fall asleep with her in my arms once again.
  I wake up and check my phone that now read 11 am. I decide to wake Lauren up to see how she's feeling...and what she remembers. I gently shake her arm and call her name until her eyes flutter open. She looks around and takes in her surroundings.
  "Y/N...whe- where am I? What...what happened?"
  "You tell me. How are you feeling? What do you remember?"
  "I remember....us ...partying a bit then...I got an uber to your place and...that's it."
  I take a minute to think about what I want to say. I really don't want to jog her memory too much or she might remember everything.
  "That's...pretty much it. Except you hit your head when you where going into the..Kitchen."
  "I did? How?"
  "Not sure babe. I just heard a crash and you were on the floor. I was so fucking worried. So I brought you in here so I could keep an eye on you."
  "Oh...why not bring me upstairs?" She questions.
  "Uh...you were a little too heavy."
  "What's that suppose to mean!? You did it at the beach when I hurt my ankle." She asks sitting up. "Ow!" She exclaims clutching her head.
  "Baby shhhh, take it easy. You hit your head pretty hard. And to answer your question you were limp and I didn't want to take any chances going upstairs." I say pulling her into my side and resting her head on my chest.
  "Oh...that makes sense. I guess I'm just...a little insecure."
  "Don't be. But um...maybe you should go to the hospital to get checked out."
   "Okay. But for real why wouldn't you take me last night? I could of died!" She says and her voice cracks at the end.
  "I'm sorry ! I was drunk too okay! But I promised I checked on you and was here the whole night okay?"
  "Okay..." she gives in laying her head on my chest again.
  "Come on...let me take you to the hospital to get checked up."
  "Okay But I need to tell the girls what happened so they aren't calling the cops or blowing up my phone."
  "Go ahead babe. Whenever you're ready."