Switched

Chapter 5

The front door opened, and my heart thudded in my chest it was just past midnight, and Drew still hadn’t come home. I sat up on the couch and looked toward the front door having only the TV to use as light. Drew walked into the house, and kicked off his work boots never even noticing me. Anger immediately made its way to my head. What was he doing for two hours? Why didn’t he call? He walked into the kitchen, and put his empty lunch containers in the sink.

“Hey,” I said, leaning against the doorframe.

“Hey, babe, what are you still doing up. I thought you’d be asleep by now?” He sounded a little put off at seeing me.

“I wanted to wait up for you, I just didn’t expect you to be gone for a couple extra hours,” I snapped quietly.

“Baby, I’m home now, isn’t that what matters?” He slurred.

“Where were you, Drew? Why didn’t you call?”

“Are we really going to fight about this right now?” He said slowly.

“We’re not fighting, we’re talking,” I said icily.

“It’s not a big deal where I was or who I was with.”

“If it’s not a big deal then tell me, I’m your fiancé. I think I have a right to know where you were all night, and who you were with.”

“Fine. A few of the guys from work went to the bar, and asked if I wanted to join them for a quick drink, so we went a bar, and we were talking. We played a couple rounds of pool with a few girls, we drank a little-”

“Oh my God,” I whispered. “You were drinking and driving? How did you even get in the bar, you’re underage?” I asked.

“It’s called a fake ID, sweetheart, plus I didn’t drink that much,” he argued.

“So exactly how much did you have to drink?”

“Like, two or three or four beers and a few double shots. I was perfectly fine to drive.”

“No, I don’t want you out drinking and driving, that’s a good way to get yourself killed! What do you think would’ve happened if you died?” I asked. He was playing pool with girls and drinking and driving.

“I don’t know,” he said. “I wouldn’t have died, I gave one of the girls a ride home, and she wouldn’t stop giggling, trust me I was focused on the road, Baby.”

“You gave a girl a ride?”

“She was drunk, I just dropped her off, then came straight here. Now can we please go to bed?”

“So, why didn’t you text me back?”

“The girl took my phone, and shut it off.” Right, nothing sketchy there.

“You can go to bed now, I think I’ll sleep on the couch for tonight.” I said. He gave a drunk girl a ride home while he was drunk. What could go wrong there? He didn’t call, he didn’t answer when I texted him.

“No you take the bed, I got the couch, now go, I love you,” he mumbled. Even when he was drunk he was still the perfect gentleman, minus not calling.

“Fine, goodnight,” I said. I walked into Drew’s empty bedroom, and lay on the bed. I shut my eyes, and a wave of total drowsiness pulled me into a deep slumber.

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I woke up a little after seven-thirty, and managed to pull myself out of bed. I walked into the living room, and saw Drew asleep on the couch with the TV still on the same station I left it on the night before. I went into the kitchen and made a pot of coffee, because I knew I would need it to deal with the day ahead. Talking to Drew about last night was my first priority, then working on Aristotle business, and then if I have time I want to go shopping with Megan to try to make it up to her because of the awkward scene that got caused after she heard the news.