The Day After He Killed Himself

Chapter 03

The whole drive down I just kept on thinking of what my brother could have gotten into. I mean how could he be the stupid?

 Eventually I reached the graveyard and I parked my car and stormed out of it. Everyone here was either drunk, stoned, high, or a mix of everything. It wasn't too hard to find my brother who was being held upside down, drinking beer from a keg. “Logan Jameson, what the hell do you think you're doing?” I asked him in a voice I hate to idmit, made me sound like our mother.

 His football friends let him down from the handstand, and Logan looked so dizzy he was about to fall over. “River?” He asked shocked. “What are you doing here?” He smiled, thinking I was actually there to join the party. 

 “Bringing your sorry ass home.” I grabbed his arm. “Let's go.”

 “Whoa, looks like we have a party pooper.” Gray Anderson said to me. He was definitely drunk, maybe even drunker than Logan. Normally I would blush around this beautiful blond boy, but all I cared about right now was getting my brother's home.

 “Do you even know how Reckless and irresponsible you're being?” I asked him as I raised an eyebrow. I was kinda proud of myself for how cool I was being around Gray, I wasn't nervous or stuttering or anything.

 “All I know is that I know how to have fun, so does your brother but I guess you didn't get that gene.” He laughed.

 “Ya River, why you gotta be such a downer?” Logan slurred.

 “Logan how many beers have you had?” I asked as he grabbed on to me for support.

 “I dunno. Maybe two, maybe seven.” He mumbled.

 “Holy shit Logan! How were you even playing to get home?” I yelled at him.

 “Gray was going to give me a ride.” He gestured to Gray, who was about to pass out himself.

 “Ya, because that's such a good idea.” I rolled my eyes as I thought about what to do. On one hand I could just take Logan home and forget about Gray, but on the other, if Gray tries to drive home he's going to get himself or someone else hurt, and then that would be on me. “Gray, you're not planning on driving yourself home, are you?

 “Sure am.” He slurred with a cocky grin.

 “I'm taking Logan home now, you want to ride?” I asked. Was

 “No no, the night is still young. I'll drive myself home later.” He took another sip of his beer, and spilled some on himself. Not that he really seemed to mind.

 “Gray, I can't let you do that. Can you get a ride from someone later on?” I can't believe how much of a mom I sounded at this moment.

 “I'll be fine Riv. I'm totally sober.”

 “No you're not. And if you're not going to get a ride home later, I'll just take you home now.”

 “I'm fine!” He whined.

 “Ya, me too. We don't need you to take us home. The night is young, they're still fun to be had.” Logan said spinning around a tree.

 “No, were leaving. Come on boys.” I took both of them by there biceps, and start dragging them to the car. They tried to pull away but they were both too drunk to be strong, so I just pulled them alone without any trouble. I helped both Logan and Gray get in the backseat of the convertible, and buckled them both in.

I can't believe I just dragged Grey Anderson from a party, and now he was in my backseat!

 With a little bit of complaining from the two boys, I drove Gray back to his house. “Are your parents home?” I asked as I pulled into his driveway.

 “Ya, but their sleeping.” She said, half asleep. “Goodnight Logan, night party pooper.

 I waited until Gray walked in his house and close the door behind him before I drove off.

 “Your so uncool.” Logan muttered to me as he fell over in his seat.

 “Ya, well you'll thank me when you wake up in one piece tomorrow.” 

 We eventually got home and I helped Logan in the house, and up to his room. He laid down on his bed and I can tell he was ready to go to sleep.

I was about to let him, but his clothes stunk of beer and I knew my parents would smell it in the morning. “Get changed.” I told him. “I'll wash your clothes.” I didn't feel like doing his laundry right now, but twins got to stick together.

 “Mh good.” He mumbled through his pillow.

 I rolled my eyes as walked over to him. “Come here big guy.” I pulled his shirt off and he didn't fight me one bit, nor did he help. I then undid his belt and slid his jeans off. “Get some rest, we still have school in the morning.”

 “Not going.” He muttered.

 “Yes you are.” I told him as I pulled the covers over him.

 “No I'm not!” He yelled. “You need to stop thinking you can make me do whatever you want. Tonight was not cool! I wanted to stay!”

 “Logan, you're drunk. Just go to bed.”

 “No!” He yelled. “Don't you see? You think you're the boss of me! Well you're not. I can do whatever the fuck I wanna! Your just a little brat that nobody likes!”

 “Logan, go to bed, please. Before you say something you're going to regret.” I told him calmly, trying not to let his words get to me.

 “It's not like I haven't been thinking this for a while. I mean the whole school thinks your a basketcase, I mean no one actually likes you River. They just put up with you because your my twin sister.”

 “That's not true, your drunk.” I tell him, my voice growing shaky.

 “The truth hurts, but everyone needs to hear it.” His eyes were barely open, and his words were slurred together, though it didn't make it hurt any less.

 I didn't think words from a drunk teenager would hurt so bad. But I was just trying to help, trying to protect my brother. Before he could say anything else I left the room. I knew he was drunk, I knew he didn't mean what he said. But people did say drunk words are sober thoughts. Is that really what my brother thought of me? Is that really what everyone thought of me?