Shitfaced

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I wake up only a few hours later to the sound of a knock on my door prepared for another talk with Michael.

I slowly open the door to see a half naked drunk Ashton only loose blue jeans.

I pause to take in the great sight in front of me. A half asleep nappy long sandy haired sex god only in his boxers in front of me. How did I go from never even having people look at me long enough to blink to being drooled over by the three hottest guys on this earth.

"Hey baby doll" he says as he enters my room slowly walking as if he was still asleep. "Ash are you ok?" I ask quietly. "No I'm not because everyone hates me and you won't fuck me. why. I'm not a child molester. I mean fuck" he spills out and now I hear it. He just slurred that whole sentence.

My heart swells at his somewhat unappealing plea for sex. I grab him by the belt buckle and sit him on my bed. "Wait here I'll be right back." I say and look into his glossy eyes. "Ok but stell, please don't leave me" he says with his eyes drenched in sorrow. "I won't I promise" I say knowing I'll leave him sooner or later.

I run into the kitchen searching for the liquor cabinet. When I was 14 Michael would sneak out with his friends that I never met and go drink my dads liquor.

As I look back at my memories, I feel a large hand cover the small of my back. I turn my hed fast and sharp. When I open my eyes I see Calum with a cigeratte dangling from his big lips. "Hey you want to do me a favor?" he asked almost amused by the sight of my desperate state of mind. "Sure what is it?"

"Stop being a slut for a second." he said with an emotionless face.

I turn back to the cabinet and keep serching until I find an old bottle of vodka. I grabbed the bottle and turned on my heels hoping he was still there to apologize, but he was no where to be found.

I walked back to my room and remebered Ashton was still in there. I hurry my feet until I slam into the door. I rub my head that hurts like a bitch now and turn the door knob. My eyes widen and begin to water as the sight of my brother beating the living shit out of a defensless Ashton while Calum was watching intently with humorus eyes.

"Stop! Right now! Michael get off of him!" I scream at the top of my lungs and everyone went silent.

"What don't like what you see anymore?" Calum say with a smug look on his face as if he won a bet.

"Get the fuck out of my room! Both of you!" I scream and point to Calum and Michael. "Look I get your mad but he was saying stuff and Calum said.." I cut Michael off by screaming more. "Oh yea Calum this little bitch called me a whore so if you should be beating anyone up it should be him!"

"Im sorry stells please forgive me."

The tears sting my eyes like soap. I want to go home.

-Emily

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