Vanessa
I was in my Uber on my way to Chris' house, coming back from hanging out with my best friend.
While scrolling on my phone, I got a notification saying that Chris was going live on Instagram.
Making sure my AirPods were connected, I clicked on the livestream.
"Heyy guys," he smiled. His eyes were barely open and his words were slurred.
Why was he drunk?
This was wrong on different levels. First, we're not even old enough to drink. Second, this is gonna be everywhere.
People immediately started commenting on his post.
Chris are you drunk?
What's wrong :(
Are you okay?
He's drunk af
Go to sleep
I left the stream and tried calling him, but he didn't answer. When I went back on Instagram, he was still live.
"What's wrong?" He read. "Some.. some people are jusst fake as.. fuck," he said.
I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.
"Excuse me, do you know how long the drive is?" I asked the driver. "Looks like it'll be about fifteen minutes," he told me.
Great. Perfect.
I pressed the comment button, writing a simple comment.
💖
Vanessa's here
Hi Vanessa
Vanessa what's wrong with him? Is he okay?
"Vanessa's here," he said. "Hi baaby," he smiled. I brought myself to the comments again, hoping to calm him down.
Hi my love
"Anyway, I came on live to.. to tell you guys that I was fucking betrayed," he angrily said.
I sighed, bringing myself to text messages.
Me
Baby don't say anything
Quickly going back on the live, I waited to see if he read it- and he did, but not in the way I wanted him to say it.
"Baby don't say anything," he read. "No, I have to.. say something because he's fake." He added.
I didn't have any way to even stop his stream. I just had to keep trying.
Minutes went on of him complaining about this person, but thank God, he didn't say any names.
More of his other friends came on and the verified tick marks only got more attention. Me, and the others kept telling him to get off, but he wasn't.
Even Brent came on, commenting too.
Bro get off. Shits gonna spread
"We're here," the driver said, catching my attention. "Thank you," I quickly said, rushing out of the car.
Not bothering to wait for the elevator, I ran up the stairs until I reached his floor. Luckily, Chris and I had keys to each other's apartments.
I pulled them out of my purse, opening the door.
Quickly putting my things down, I went to his room, where he was.
"Hi," he smiled, as soon as he saw me. "Chris, end the livestream," I said. "No," he scrunched his eyebrows. "I have to tell them," he refused.
