Opposites attract - Dally Winston

Chapter 16:

I woke up to the sound of yelling and the smell of bacon. My eyes slowly open to see a blurry Soda and Steve arm wrestling on the table. I was on the couch with a blanket nicely wrapped around my warm body.

I try to get up and my head starts to pound. "Agh" I say placing my hand on my forehead. I had a major headache. "Look who's finally up" Soda said with his charming smile while getting his armed slammed down to the table by Steve.

His voice echoed through my mind throbbing in pain"Shhh. Not to loud" I say laying back down. "That's a hangover for ya" Dally says watching out of the kitchen with Johnny.

Right. I went to Buck's party last night. "How did I get here?" I asked confused. The last thing I remember is punching some jerk in the nose, or did that really happen?

"Did I punch someone last night?" I ask rubbing my head in pain. "Broke his nose" Dally says with a slight smile. He noticed me rubbing my forehead in pain and went back into the kitchen.

"I hope he's ok" I say looking down at my hands ashamed. I was never one for fighting even if they deserved it. Soda walked over to the couch and picked my legs up off the couch and sat down in the free spot placing them back down on his lap.

"Relax Gracie it's just a broken nose. Besides the dude was all over you. If you didn't punch him Dallas sure would have, and trust me when I say it would have been a lot worse than a broken nose." Soda said.  

I smiled at the thought of Dallas wanting to protect me, but then again anyone in the gang would have, so why did it mean so much to me about it being Dallas?

My thoughts were soon after interrupted by Dally walking back into the living room with a drink in his hand. It looked disgusting how could he drink that?

"No offense Dallas, but what the hell are you drinking?" I ask him trying my best not to sound to judgemental.

He looked down at the glass filled with it's horrific substance and back to me. "This isn't for me. It's for you," he says with a smirk as he stands up from his leaning spot on the wall.

He walks over to me handing me the glass "there is no way I'm drinking that" I say disgusted. "It will help with your hangover" he says again while handing me the glass.

I take my legs off of Soda's lap and bring my feet back to the front of the couch so I'm sitting facing Dallas. I give him a reluctant look and take the glass from him.

"My best advice. Just down it... like it's a beer" Two says from his spot on the ground.

I take a deep breath and start to chug the disgusting unknown gooey liquid. I wanted to spit it out and throw up, but I didn't want to do that in front of the gang, so I just downed it like Two said while trying not to think about it.

A painful twenty seconds later the unknown substance was gone. It left a horrible after taste in my mouth, and I could already smell my disgusting breath. 

"Breakfast!" Darry yells from the kitchen while taking a plate of eggs off the counter and placing them on the table.

"Gracie you going to stay?" he asks "what day is it today?" I ask unsure of it was a school day or not "friday, but we called in for you, so you don't have to go to school with that major headache" Darry says. 

I give him a smile "thanks Dare" I say taking my jacket up off the floor. He smiles back in return "no problem, so breakfast?" he asks once again. "No. I think I should head home..." I drift off on my last sentence remembering about my grandma. 

My heart dropped, and I could feel my heart start to beat faster. Before saying anything else to the gang I walk out of the house and run towards home.

By the time I reached the door I was a sweating mess and my headache started up again. I swung open the door and walked in.

It was quiet, but it was always quiet these days. "Grandma? Grandpa?" I ask looking around the house for them. 

"Gracie?" I hear coming from my grandparents room. I quickly run in to see my grandpa sitting on the edge of the bed. He didn't look like my grandpa. My grandpa always looked happy, and he always wore a smile on his face. This guy looked tired, sad, and frustrated. His bright red puffy eyes looked as if they have been crying all day.

"Where were you last night?" he asked calmly trying to steady his voice "out with some friends" I say walking closer to him.

"Wheres G?" I ask him tears already filling my eyes with the answer I already knew.

He took a long deep breath and his puffy eyes began filling with more tears. "She passed away in her sleep last night," he says with a shaky voice "she didn't take her meds" he added in making my heart drop to the pit of my stomach and making my knees weak.

I fell to the hard floor ignoring the pain that came from my knees and head. Her meds. I forgot to give her her meds before I went to sleep. I forgot, and now my grandma is dead. My grandma is dead because of me. My grandma is dead because I was to busy thinking of my self.

I didn't even realize I was crying till I felt my knees get wet. My grandpa got up off the bed to try and comfort me, but it was no use. My grandma has looked out for me my entire life, and I couldn't repay the favour when she needed me most.

I didn't know how long I stayed there crying. I didn't even feel myself being moved into my room and being placed onto my bed. I didn't even realize screaming into my pillow. All I could feel was pain. 

I felt my body getting tired and my yelling became quitter. My vision became dark and blurry, and I grew light headed. I didn't realize me passing out.