story of a girl (edited)

chapter 9 -edited-

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 Chapter 9

 That night I tried to fall asleep, but I couldn’t.  No matter what I did, it didn’t work. I was thinking about my dad to much, worried how far he would go to get me to move with him to New York. Eventually, I gave up on sleep and decided to go down and check out the basement, I haven’t been down there in so long, I kind of wanted to check it out.

 When i got there, i was quite surprised. The basement hasn’t changed at all. It still had the same cement walls, like any other basement. And it had the same tan fluffy carpet it’s always had. I sighed and sat on a bean bag chair.

The basement was always the place to hangout for our group. We would always sleep down here, and have mini parties. The only thing different thing about the basement, is that his mom moved some of her stuff down here.

I curiously looked in the fridge to see if it had juice and soda, like it always did. But when I opened it, my stomach dropped. His mom must have turned the fridge into a liquor cabinet. Memories of my mom flashed through my mind. I always wondered why my mom chose to drown her pain in alcohol. I also always wondered if I got drunk, could it make me forget my pain?

I shakily picked up the UV blue vodka. If I drank it, I would be like my mom. I made a promise that I would never be like her and drink all the time. Sometimes when she was drunk, she seemed like she was so happy, but other times, she seemed so damn depressed. 

I sighed and opened the bottle. Guess I’ll never know how I’ll feel unless I try it. I tipped my head back and took a big gulp, wincing as the blue liquid burned my throat. It didn’t taste too bad, it had a flavor of raspberry in it. I shrugged my shoulders and started to down it.

Twenty minutes later, the vodka was gone and I was starting to feel light headed. I sighed, feeling more depressed then before. I felt depressed and guilty. Guilty because I broke the promise to myself, I’m slowly turning into my mom and depressed because all I could think about, was my mom.

My stomach started to churn dangerously. My eyes widened. I quickly stood up and ran to the basement bathroom, with one hand on my stomach and the other on my mouth. I made it just in time to the bathroom. As soon as I got in there, I emptied my stomach of the vodka I had just drank. I sat down on the cold bathroom floor and groaned.

“Abby, what’s wrong?”

I turned around and saw Jake standing in the doorway, with a worried look on his face.

“I-I’m fine, don’t worry.” I slurred.

He scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. “Abby, what are you even saying, I can’t understand you.”

I groaned. I Guess I was drunker than I thought. “I’m an idiot.” I mumbled.

He kneeled down beside me and put his hands on either side of my face, making me look at him.

“You’re drunk.” he stated.

“Like I said, I’m an idiot.”

He sighed and rubbed a hand on his face. “How much did you even drink, I can’t understand what you’re saying.”

“I drank the UV blue in the fridge.”

He groaned. “That was a full bottle to."

"not anymore." I giggled.

He sighed and helped me up. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.” Jake slowly helped me up the stairs and into his room. I gave him a questionable look,  his mom made it pretty clear, that she didn’t want us sleeping in the same room.

“My mom’s leaving in the morning, she won’t know.”

I climbed onto his bed, feeling too tired to protest.

“You don’t have to puke anymore, do you?” he asked, giving me a concerned look.

I shook my head, not having any energy to actually answer him. I pulled the covers up to my chin and closed my eyes, hoping sleep to come soon. I hated feeling this way.

 I heard Jake sigh. I then felt the bed dip. I looked over my shoulder and saw Jake lying beside me. He gave me a small smile and pulled me so my head was on his chest. He slowly wrapped his arms around me and kissed my head. “You’re going to feel like shit in the morning.” he promised.

I groaned and closed my eyes. If there was anything that I learned from my mother was, that hangover’s suck.