Fiction.

Chapter 31: Aftermath.

Chapter 31: Aftermath.

The party didn’t last long after the little outburst, we weren’t going to drive home so Matt and I carried Peasnie up to the guest room and I just crashed on the couch. I had to explain alot to the guys; I told them if she doesn’t remember this in the morning then we’ll never bring it up again. And if she does then we’ll not dwell on it too much. And if she asks then we’ll just say it must’ve been a dream.

I woke up this morning with a slight hangover; it didn’t stop me from getting up and help clean up the house with Matt and Val. The house wasn’t too big of a mess but we also had to go outside and clean up as well. When I woke up it was quarter past seven, when we finished cleaning it was quarter to eight. It’s now five past nine, in the morning.

I sat in the kitchen with them having coffee in an old sweat shirt and my jeans. The sky was grey and it had rained in the short time we slept. It was actually storming last night. The grey sun light made the room more serene and realistic. My head throbbed slightly but the coffee settled it down some. We made morning chatter, we were trying to avoid the topic of me losing my cool last night. I was bothered by the truth Peasnie made me face. Her words kept echoing in my head making me sink lower and lower into myself. It was pain but a different kind of pain, I wasn’t going to break or cry because of it. This pain will slowly eat me up inside.

“Do you think she remembers?” Val asked as she sat at the end of the table in a white tee shirt and light wash knee shorts. I looked over at her with a great big frown. I swallowed the piping hot coffee and shrugged, honestly I didn’t know. I don’t know if she remembers, if she does this is going to be a long, hard struggle. I’m praying she doesn’t.

“She’s like her mother, unpredictable.” I choked with a gravely voice. Matt nodded in agreement.

“She’s too much like her mom.” Matt enforced me on this. I sighed heavily and felt horrible.

“I’m sorry about last night; I don’t know what go into her.” I apologized softly. Matt shook his head and put his hands out in front of him.

“Not a problem, shit happens.” He said in a friendly way. Val looked at me and batted her eye lashes at me as if she knew something I didn’t. I raised an eye brow at her curiously.

“Valary, what do you know?” I asked with a stern but soft voice. She sighed heavily and looked from Matt to me a few times over.

“She was talking about how she wouldn’t get away with shit in Chicago and that she can trust you to not beat her when you’re drunk.” Val uttered the truth. The truth we all knew, I had to tell the guys about what happened. It wouldn’t sit right with me if I didn’t.

Val’s doughy brown eyes shot back to behind me where I heard light pats on the floor in a staggering pattern. I turned to see Peasnie come in looking like hell. She had tied her hair up after she chucked the wig into the truck. Her skin was abnormally pail making her nose a rosy red and her lips look a bright pink, the whiteness of her skin made the deep brown circles around her eyes darker and bigger, they made the blue of her eyes brighter. She came in, in a pair of grey sweats, a white tank top and a grey hoodie. Apparently she’d left some clothes in the truck from when she went to her friend Ashley’s house for a sleepover.

I examined the tired girl with a keen gaze; she sat down beside me and used my shoulder as a pillow. I smiled lively and looked at her.

“G’morning.” I said softly. She nodded and yawned, her long fingers tried to cover her yawn. Matt chuckled slightly while Val got up and made a cup of coffee for her.

“You still tired?” Matt asked curiously, it was obvious she was. But he was trying to be nice. Peasnie nodded and yawned again.

“Yeah.” She whispered as she lifted her head off my shoulder when Val came over with a grey mug of steaming hot coffee. Peasnie smiled tiredly up at Val.

“Thank you, Valary.” She said with a sweet tone. Val smiled and sat back down in her place again. The room fell silent and eerie. Matt kept shooting me glances before his gaze dashed over to Peasnie a couple times. Val tried to avoid eye contact; she just stirred her coffee and hummed softly. Peasnie seemed to be the only one completely oblivious to her surroundings. That’s what I thought anyways, her blue eyes dashed between Matt and me.

“What happened last night?” Peasnie’s voice was weak and exhausted. I felt my stomach turn as my heart started to beat a little faster. I was on edge, that’s my weakness; if she sees this I’m screwed. She’ll call me out if she sees the nervousness on my face.

“What do you remember?” I asked curiously. Peasnie made a face and went deep into thought. She always had this intent expression on her face when she’s deep in thought. Her blue eyes wandered over to me brightly lit by the grey light.

“I remember the gig, then coming here and having that stupid shots game with everyone. And the last thing I remember is sitting outside alone.” She tried her hardest to remember everything that’s happened last night. I watched as we all sighed a deep breathe of relief. I smiled nervously and nodded.

“Yeah, you past out not long after you went outside.” I replied softly. Peasnie nodded and sipped the coffee quietly.

“Was I crying last night?” She suddenly asked right out of the blue. My head shot up and my eyes fell onto her with surprise. I swallowed hard and looked over at Matt from the corner of my eye; he wore the same worried expression on his face. I shook my head and made a confused and curious expression, I hated lying to her but this is for the best.

“No why?” I answered quietly. Peasnie shrugged and shook her head, running her index finger along the brim of the mug.

“It feels like I slept a month and that only happens when I cry before passing out.” She replied quietly. I shook my head and weakly smile.

“Nope, you didn’t shed a tear.” Matt backed me up on this. It’s good to have friends like him. It’s good to know that he’ll let me raise Peasnie and he’ll be the crazy uncle. I pray to God something else doesn’t happen to make things worse.