Fall for Me

Chapter Three

I woke up to a hand hitting me on the head.

"Chloe what the fuck are you doing?!" She looked like shit, her mascara had run down her face and purple and black water lines covered her face. I looked at the time on my iPhone.

"It's half six in the freaking morning?! What are you doing up at this time?!" She just answered by shaking her head. She looked shattered. She was still throwing up, but in a new Tesco bag. I looked at the incident of last night covering my bed. Brown stains and a few lumps covered my pillow. I growled and stood up, changed clothes and went to get her a glass of water. I wasn't going to give her food, seeing as it will just end up like the remains covering my bed. I suppose I'd have to tell Dad, because there's no way I'm sleeping on my bed after that. I checked in the study, I looked and saw Dad peacefully sleeping on the couch. I walked in and took the empty Jack Daniels bottle out of his hands and put it in the bin as I walked into the kitchen. Chloe sat on one of the stools and watched me get her a glass of water.

"How is he?" 

"He's sleeping. Once again he's drunk himself to sleep." They say time heals pain. But Dad seems to think otherwise. Chloe said nothing, it was a touchy subject to talk about, and Chloe knew it. 

"I want ice." Chloe pulled a face at the glass warm water and handed it back to me. I rolled my eyes and got her the ice. Damn she can be fussy. Suppose it came with the whole 'Stubborn Dad' thing. Yep, her Dad was a strict criticizing prick. Not many people in town liked him. Living in a suburban town, people talked, a lot. And most of the stuff they say is mostly gossip formed, there was a lot of it when my Mum died, and how my Dad gets constantly drunk.

"So why are you up so early anyway?" because getting up at half six on Sunday morning was not normal, especially for people with hangovers. 

"Couldn't sleep, don't feel well," she looked up at me, her skin pale green. Shit, this better only last a day because tomorrow is school. 

"Do you want a coffee?" she threw up in the bag as soon as I said it. I'm guessing that's a no then. To clarify that she shook her head at me and started to inspect her hair.

"Ew, I need a shower," 

"Yeah, you look like shit and you reek. I'll go get you a towel." I laughed and went to get her some paracetamol and a towel. 

She came down to the front room where I was watching Spongebob Square Pants on TV.  Her hair was clean and she was wearing my denim shorts and green stripped Hollister top, and a new Tesco bag in her hand.

"I wanted to make sure I didn't throw up all over your furniture anymore." I laughed, bit too late for that.

"If it helps I put your sheets into the wash?" 

"Aw, thank you bubs, I never wanted to touch your puke anyway." 

"Har har," she sarcastically laughed and for the rest of the day we just watched TV, because what are Sundays for? And anyway, tomorrow was school and I couldn't really be bothered doing anything else.