Crashing Into You

Chapter 17 - Christmas

Lisa

I had been sleeping in the living room since we told Lauren. I just didn’t want to risk being alone with her right now. I was in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal when she walked in, still in her pajamas.

“Merry Christmas” I said, hoping she’d at least say that back to me. It’d be the first word she’d have said to me in two days. She just ignored me and grabbed a bowl and box of cereal.

“Lauren, I’m sorry ok? It was a mistake, and I know it shouldn’t have happened, and I’m sorry.” I said, almost begging her. She ignored me still and acted like I wasn’t there.

“Lauren,” I moaned, “please? It’s Christmas.” I said. She finally turned to face me, and god I wish she hadn’t.

“Lisa, I’m not mad at you; but I’m not going to forgive you. Do I want to hate you? Yes I do, but you’re my sister. Believe me, I want to hate you so badly for what you did. I felt like my heart shattered when you two told me. Now can you just leave me alone? I don’t feel like talking to you right now.” She said, almost slamming her bowl down on the counter and sighing.

“Yeah, yeah. You know what, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” I said, walking out of the kitchen and going upstairs to get dressed While I was in our room, I saw the box that Chris had given me with Lauren’s gift, I grabbed it before coming back downstairs. I put the box under the tree and walked outside, getting in the car and driving. It felt like I was driving for hours, but somehow I ended up in his driveway. Oh man, what am I doing.

I got out of the car and walked up to his door. I could feel my heart racing as I tried to gather the courage to ring his doorbell. Eventually I hit the button and a minute later Chris opened the door, a glass of bourbon in his hand.

“Drinking alone?” I asked him.

“What do you want Lisa?” He asked me.

“Forgiveness?” I said hopefully.

“Forget it.” He said, starting to close the door.

“Wait wait wait, Chris come on. I can’t be at home, not with Lauren still mad at me. Please? It’s Christmas. Do you really want to spend it drinking by yourself?” I asked him, blocking the door. He looked down at the half-empty glass and shook his head before stepping to the side. I walked through the door and took the glass from his hand before downing the rest of his drink.

“I thought you girls didn’t drink.” He said, looking at me curiously.

“Yeah, not planning on starting either. That tastes terrible.” I said, grimacing and sticking my tongue out.

“Eh, It gets better the more you drink.” He said, shrugging and taking the glass back from me.

“You know you don’t need to get me drunk if you want to kiss me again right?” I said.

“Lisa, you didn’t come here on Christmas just to let me take advantage of you. Really, just tell me why you’re here.”

“Because, Lauren’s mad at me, and I’ve just felt alone since we told her.” I said.

“Yeah, well imagine how I feel. You know you could've helped instead of making her hate the both of us.” He said, grabbing a bottle and refilling his glass.

“So you hate me too don’t you?” I said, plopping down on his sofa depressed.

“Lise, I don’t hate you. I’m pissed at you. I really wish I could hate you so I could just leave after new years and be done with all of you; but I don’t hate you.” He said, sitting down next to me.