Saviors (Completed)

39. The Whole Family

The pain there rumbled in my head made me kick the fabric in frustration. Fabric?  I opened my eyes quickly and looked directly up at a white ceiling with a beautiful chandelier. This is not the living room. 

I looked around and roamed my eyes over the elegant room. I looked to my left and my eyes shut opened as I jumped up from the bed. "Anthony!" I screamed and looked down at the half covered Anthony laying and sleeping. Or well, he did sleep. 

"Qué chingados!" he exclaimed as he jumped a little at my sudden outburst. "What the hell is happening? Is something burning?"

I blinked slowly and took another step away from him. "No, but how the hell did this happen?" I pointed at him and then at me. My leg swirled around under me and my hurting head couldn't keep control of them. "And why does my head hurt this much?" 

"You don't remember anything?" he asked as he got out of bed and scratched his nose. His hair was a big tangled ball on the top of his head but still looked like you could run a hand through it without trouble. 

"No! Why do you think I'm asking? And please put on a shirt on!" I covered my eyes and turned around so my back was against him. I crossed my arms over my chest and tapped my foot on the floor. 

He laughed. "I thought you liked it... you did last night."

As the heat traveled to my cheeks I opened my mouth. "That's not true! And how the hell did we end up sleeping in the same bed?" 

"You can turn around now." I slowly turned around and looked at a dressed Anthony. 

"Answers please." 

"Fine." He sat down on the bed and ran a hand through his hair so it looked smooth and elegant once again. "You kind of got drunk yesterday and I kind of found you in the middle of it. Some things were said and some things happened, nothing much." 

My eyes turned to teacups as my mouth hung open. "What?"

"You heard me. You got drunk... really drunk." 

As the panic bubbled in my brain so did a headache and I quickly raised my hands to my head. "You know," I mumbled just loud enough for him to hear. 

"Know what?" He stood from the bed and walked towards me, but I walked away and towards the window, there was covered in curtains. 

"That I'm just like him." The words didn't have a hard time leaving my lips since my brain was so sure that it was true that it felt more natural than anything else. 

"We talked about this last night. You're not like him just because you got drunk one time and kind of got really crazy and yelled at me for no reason whatsoever." As he talked I slid my hands through the silky curtains and pulled them to the sides so light streamed in. The colorful dots played before my eyes and for a moment I was totally blind until I blinked and regained my sight.

"It wasn't the first time I drank until I couldn't walk." I ran my fingers down the curtains and trialed the movements with my tired eyes. 

"It's not like I haven't done it before either. Your father drank all the time, you don't." His warm hands were laid upon my shoulder and my tense body relaxed. I turned around to face him and that's what happened. His face was so close I could feel his heavy breath and smell the minty aroma there always laid around him like a layer of dust. 

"You don't know what I've done before. I was just like my father. I came home from school and drank beer after beer, vodka after vodka. Only when my father would hit me a drink wouldn't find itself in my hands."