My Best Friend's Brother

Chapter 43

  Lilly's POV:

I got up from my spot on Ryan's lap, when the door bell went off. When I reached the door with Ryan standing behind me. I unlocked the door and opened it, my eyes started to tear up when I looked at the person in front of me. Right there was my brother's other best friend, Jacob. After silently crying and staring at him I jumped on him pulling him into a huge hug letting my tears pour out.
After a little longer of crying I calmed down and I took my place back next to Ryan staying quiet as Ryan talked to him about what happened and how we have been trying to cope with what has happened. I haven't really talked since that day, Jacob asked if Amel was alright and if he could see her, Ryan was about to reply to him when she walked into the kitchen where we were. I watched as she tossed him the keys and left.
I walked back to the living room and unpaused the slide show of all of us growing up, the pain I have to live with for the rest of my life, of course I don't have to do this alone. I have Amel and Ryan, we all will go through it together.
Sometime during the whole slide show I fell asleep, I woke up in mine and Ryan's room. I looked around the room and then back at the door, I slowly got up and walked to the door and to the living room where all the laughter was coming from the living room.
Sitting in the living room was Ryan, Jacob and Amel all laughing and drinking. I was just standing there quietly looking at them tears clouding my vision at the sight of the laughing and being the happy family they are, I of course was going to be the last one sad over my only brother dead over being so hard headed.
I walked away from the room to the kitchen and grabbed the big bottle of vodka and the bottle of cola and a glass, running quietly to my room.
I finally finished my last drink and boy was I drunk and the drinks were more vodka then cola. Both bottles were almost gone and to think they were both somewhat full. That's when Ryan walked in, he stopped once he saw me with the two bottles. He seemed frozen, as he watched me drink one of the two last cups of vodka and coke. Before he ran into the room to the bed I drank the last cup and slid down the wall feeling the depression hit me in the face again as I started to black out from all the alcohol I had.

I woke up to a white blinding light and soft voices speaking, I slowly sat up and looked around the room as I remembered a little of what was happening, and what had happened. I reached a hand to my head and tried to run a hand through my hair. Key word tried my hair had lots of knots in it and I probably smelled. I was looking down as I played with the blanket as I looked at the person that entered the room. His eyes lit up as he ran my way and pulled me into a tight hug. I cautiously and hesitantly wrapped my shaky arms around him gripping on to his sweatshirt. He then slowly pulled away from me and only then did I noticed the tears streaming down his face. I shakily wiped them off his face and pecked his cheek, I pulled away and laid back and looked at him as he moved to the chair beside the bed.
Once he sat down he told me that Amel and Jacob moved to North Carolina. I looked at him and looked back down knowing they did that because they couldn't deal with the drama called me.