west coast; skate maloley

chapter 9

annalyse,
i opened my eyes, being blinded by the sunlight.

oh god that hurts. the sun was giving me a headache.

i think i already had one though.

god, this hurts. my head is like beating so hard. this is what it feels like when you're hungover.

this is how my mom felt all those times..

oh god. this is terrible.

i sat up, but realized, this isn't even my room.

"oh you're up." madison walked in.

i'm guessing its her room then.

"yeah" i said.

"it's three" she said.

"seriously? i slept that long?" i asked groaning.

"yeah, your brother said you should go home." he said.

"yeah, probably." i said.

"you were crazy last night" she commented.

"oh god, i probably embarrassed myself so bad." i said.

"you were good" she said.

"yeah okay" i laughed.

my phone started ringing.

"oh god shut up" i said hearing the noise, making my head worse.

"i'll get you something for that" she smiled and walked out the room.

i answered the call, putting the phone to my ear.

"hello?" i said groaning.

"¿estas borracho?" it was alex
are you drunk?

"¿eh? no, no lo soy, tú retrasas" i said
huh? no i'm not drunk you retard

"suenas terrible, entonces" he said
you sound terrible then

"me acabo de despertar y son tres" i said moving my messy hair out my face.
i just woke up and it's three

"¿Qué tan tarde te quedaste despierto?" he asked.
how late did you stay up?

"ni idea. no recuerdo nada de anoche" i said.
no idea, i don't remember anything from last night.

"¿Dónde estabas?" he asked.
where were you?

"una fiesta con mis amigos" i said.
a party with my friends

"Ah, vale. Supongo que estabas bebiendo entonces?" he sounded kind of annoyed.
oh okay. i'm guessing you were drinking then?

"¿es eso un problema?" i asked.
is that a problem?

"Sí, quiero decir que tu madre estuvo borracha durante años y lo viste y luego sales y te emborrachas, pensé que eras mejor que eso. no lo entiendo" he said.
yeah, i mean you're mom was a drunk for years and you watched that and then you go out and get drunk, i just thought you were better than that. i don't get it.

this made me mad.

"Bueno, primero, no hables de mi madre, ni siquiera veo por qué te importa, pero yo no soy ella, si aún no lo has notado. fue una noche. tengo dieciocho años y puedo hacer lo que quiera, no necesito el tuyo ni el permiso de nadie" i said,
okay first off, don't talk about my mom, i don't even see why you care anyways but i'm not her, if you haven't noticed yet. it was one night. i'm eighteen and i can do whatever i want, i don't need yours or anyone else's permission

"lo que sea annalyse" he said and hung up the phone.
whatever, annalyse.

i rolled my eyes.

what's his problem?

madison walked back in the room.

"you were talking in spanish and sounded angry so i didn't wanna bother you." she chuckled.

"it's cool. just a crappy friend being crappy about my life" i shrugged

"what happened?" she asked. "if you don't mind telling me"

"my mom, she was a alcoholic, when i was living with her. i was old enough to know what it meant. i only ever told one person. my ex, and my friend alex. and he thinks it's wrong of me to go and drink at a party. he's mad at me now. i just don't think because my mom messed up that i shouldn't do it." i said.

"yeah, i agree with you. i'm sorry though" she said

"it's over now. she's sober. two years" i said

"i'm glad. here" she smiled and handed me a pill and some water.

"thanks" i said and took it.

then, she drove me home.

we basically talked about relationships and stuff the way there.

"okay. see you at school tomorrow" she smiled.

"thanks for the ride. see ya" i smiled and hopped out the car.

i walked inside.

"hey" my dad said.

"sorry, i slept kinda late" i said.

"it's okay. i told you, that you could stay over at madison's as long as you wanted" he smiled.

"thanks. i'm just gonna take a quick shower" i said and walked upstairs.

"brooo!!" i heard boys yelling in jack's room.

friends.

i walked in my room and threw my phone down.

but as i was gonna leave, my phone started ringing again.

maria this time. a facetime.

i answered, closing the door and propping the phone up on my mirror dresser thing.

"¡¿Qué demonios te pasa?!" she exclaimed. extremely upset too.
what the hell is wrong with you?!

"¿que hice ahora?" i asked.
what did i do now?

"estoy de acuerdo con alex lo que hiciste fue incorrecto ana"
i agree with alex. what you did was wrong anna

"Pensé que eras mi mejor amiga. lo que sea maria, tengo que irme" i said.
i kinda thought you were my bestfriend. whatever maria. i have to go.

i turned my phone off and sat there with my hands in on my head.

maybe i did the wrong thing?

there was a knock on my door.

it opened revealing mason.

"hey, everything alright?" he asked.

"yeah, why wouldn't it be?" i asked.

"there was yelling in spanish so i just wanted to make sure" he said.

"everything's fine mason" i said.

"okay. good." he said and left.

once the door closed, i couldn't think straight.

i'm losing my friends. they hate me so much.

i made a huge mistake. i regret this so much. oh my god why annalyse. why would you do that?

your mom. you have to think about mom. i can't believe you right now, annalyse!

i was staring at my medicine for anxiety and depression.

"he- what are you doing?" it was nate walking in.

i spun around in my chair facing him.

"hey" i smiled.

"what were you doing?" he asked me.

"oh, nothing" i shrugged it off.

"you seem upset" he said.

"i'm fine" i sighed.

"no you're not. talk to me." he said and sat down on my bed in front of me.