Taylor for the Night

Chapter 6 Drugged?

Silence.

Silence is all that filled the air. I was unsure of how Grace would react to all I just told her, but I sure wasn't expecting silence. Maybe this was just the few moments of the "calm before the storm."

Suddenly, Grace grabbed me and pulled me into a hug and we both let the tears fall loose.

I bawled into her hair and she bawled into mine. She reached up and wiped the tears off my face and I did the same to her.

Once our tears had slowed down to a basic stop, Grace and I did our secret best friend hand shake. Doing the silly little hand shake we had made back in 5th grade never failed to make us laugh; and tonight was no exception. We busted up into the giggles and Grace's stomach choose that exact moment to gurgle and we went into another laughing fit.

Her mom happened to choose that exact moment to come home and she took one look at us and just shook her head laughing at us.

"Hi Mrs. Jones" I chirped at her, sounding way too peachy as I tried to hold back my laughter.

"Hi Taylor. I'm so glad you could come over tonight....Well, I'm super tired girls so I'm gonna go to bed. Try not to be TOO loud...." She winked at us.

"Goodnight!" We called after her as she headed to her room.

She waved back at us, before disappearing from our site.

"I'm gonna KILL Joshua" Grace all of a sudden whispered to me with more hate then I have ever heard before. It was even more hate then I thought could be possible from such a sweet, loving, funny, Christian girl like Grace. I guess the storm was about to begin.

"Grace calm yourself............... Everything is fine.....I'M FINE. I'm NOT anorexic anymore, I DON'T feel self hatred anymore, AND most importantly I'm no longer being BULLIED.....IN FACT, Josh has seem to take an interest in me, ever since school started back up in August. I mean, seriously, what's so bad about having your brother like me. Its better then him putting me in the HOSPITAL. Whats the worst that can happen? Him dying of a broken heart because I hate him???"

Grace laughed at that last part.

"I can see it now....Boy, who
severely bullied young teenage girl, died of a broken heart earlier today because he couldn't figure out why the girl he bullied didn't like him..... And that my friends is what we call an idiot..." Grace joked.

We had a quick little laugh because it was indeed funny the way she had said it.

Grace and I decided it was time for movies, or as we call it "An Escape from Our World." So, I went up stairs to get the movies ready and our sleeping bags spread out, while she made the popcorn.

Several movies later, it was 1 am and Grace was completely out. I had a massive headache which is very typical for me when I stay up past midnight. I've always been more of a morning person, and Grace is the night owl. I'm actually surprised that she's already asleep. I guess my story made her emotionally drained.

I wrapped my sleeping bag around me and walked downstairs towards the kitchen, hoping Mrs. Jones still owned either migraine medicine or sleeping pills.

Mid step I stopped to look at the pictures on the fridge, smiling at a particular picture of Grace and I when we were younger. We had been so innocent and happy back then. I really miss being a little kid.

The whole fridge was covered with old memories of friends and family shots. Another picture caught my eye and moving closer I realized the photo was of Grace and Josh from his 18th birthday a couple weeks ago. Instantly I was overwhelmed with an arrange of emotions, and I could not help but glare at Josh's face. Slowly I turned away and faced the cabinets instead, trying to calm my racing heart. As hard as I try to forgive him, I still feel so much hate towards him.

Stepping towards the counter, I notice a glass of water, a pill and a typed note.

"Figured you'd probably get a headache. I hope this will help you. <3 Grace."

I smiled at the note before picking up the pill gulping the white substance down with the help of the water.

'That's weird. The water tastes kinda funny. That or the pill does. Its probably the pill, oh well.' I thought to myself.

I turned and started to walk towards the stairs and the sudden movement made me suddenly feel super tired and dizzy. I stumbled my way up the stairs, down the hall and then stopped. I could barely keep my eyes opened and I couldn't remember if we were in the study or Grace's room.

I noticed that the study door was slightly ajar so I slowly stammered my way to the door frame. I opened the study door the rest of the way and I saw Grace's pink sleeping bag all curled up in the middle of the floor. I stumbled over and curled up right up against the sleeping bag. Unable to keep my eyes open any longer, I slipped into a deep sleep.