Do what makes you happy

Chapter 17: I'm sorry Tris

Tristan's POV:

I awoke to the sound of gagging and coughing. At first I didn't know what was going on. My room was still dark except for the dim light of the television. I then heard the sound of something wet hitting plastic and then it hit me what was going on. I sat up and turned to my side to see Miles with his head in the trashcan throwing up. I began to rub his back and whisper comforting words to him to let him know I was there. He threw up twice, back to back. Once he stopped, I handed him a tissue from the box I kept beside my bed so he could wipe his mouth. "Theres water on the end table next to you too" I said quietly. "You probably wanna get that taste out of your mouth." He reached for it as soon as I said that and took a few slow sips.

"I'm sorry Tris.."

"It's fine. Do you feel better now that you've got that poison out of you?"

"Better, yes. Amazing, no. I'm pretty dizzy right now."

"Why don't you lay down and try to fall back asleep." I thought it was a pretty good suggestion considering the clock on my wall read 3:27am.

"I'm really sorry.."

"I'm just really glad you noticed the trashcan" I joked.

"Almost didn't" he said half smiling at me as he laid back down.

"That would of been so gross" I laughed. "I'll be right back" I told him as I got out of bed and left the room. I returned with another trash bag. I tied the old one up and replaced it with the new one. I then proceeded to take the old one downstairs, out side and into the outside trashcan. When I came inside, I went back up to my room, shut the door then crawled back into bed. I was happy that walk didn't wake me up. It had to be done sense there was no way I was going to get back to sleep with that smelly puke in my room. I said goodnight to Miles for the second time that night and he didn't reply. He was obviously exhausted too. He had a rough few days plus the drinking and throwing up just added to it. I closed my eyes and was able to drift back asleep not too long after I did.

Miles POV:

I woke up to screaming. I couldn't tell who was yelling but the voice was definitely familiar. It took a few seconds to process the words they were saying and my name was one of them. I opened my eyes, and listened a little harder. There were 2 voices, Tristan was one of them.

"It really isn't what you think, Owen.."

Owen! That was Owens voice. Wait, Owens voice? Owen was in his room?

"What the hell is it then?" He sounded pissed.

"He just needed a place to crash last night."

"And wearing clothes wasn't an option? He's half naked in your damn bed, Tristan! Do you not see the problem here!? Serious-" he stopped talking when he noticed I'd woken up. All the screaming was giving me a headache. This what not what I wanted to deal with first thing in the morning. "Look who decided to wake up."

"Good morning" I said to him. I was really just trying to be polite but he didn't see it that way.

"Are you kidding me right now, Hollingsworth? Good morning?" He bent down and picked up my clothes and threw them at me. "Put 'em on and get out" he said. He had nothing but anger radiating out of him right now.

"Owen seriously stop. Your not even being fair right now.." Tristan began but Owen began screaming again.

"He's lucky I don't kick his sorry rich boy ass!"

"Owe-"

"Did I not make myself clear yesterday?" He screaming focusing his attention on me once again. "And not even 24 hours later I walk into my brothers room to this.."

I sat up and put my shirt on. I knew it looked bad, me laying next to him in only my boxers when I wasn't supposed to even be in the house at all. I couldn't blame him for being upset because he made himself completely clear yesterday. I just didn't understand how this happened. I was pretty sure Tristan locked the door when we got home last night. I couldn't really remember though. I got out of bed to slide my shorts on and I felt extremely sick. My head was pounding harder then it was 5 minutes ago. After my shorts were up he screamed once more 'get the hell outta here.' Unlike Tristan I really didn't feel like arguing with him so I walked out of the room after saying bye to Tris. I could hear them arguing as I walked down the stairs and left the house. I felt so terrible, I just wanted to go home and sleep this off more but I wasn't going to walk there just to be told to leave. I began walking to the one other place I knew I could go.