I woke up before Jc and checked outside for my car. Sure enough Joey must have snuck back home in the night. Because right outside my Ford F-150 was parked outside. I felt my ears getting hot. I clenched my hands into fists and ran upstairs to his room. Again empty sheets I checked my room the laundry room and then lastly the bathroom. And there lay a passed out Joseph in a tub of his own puke. I stood there for a moment dumbfounded and unsure how to react to this situation.
"Joey?" I asked gently while shaking his shoulder. No answer. He didn't even budge.
"Joey!" I screamed in his face. "Joey, don't you friggin push me right now!" I shook his whole body violently. Still no movement.
"Jc, Jc, I need your help!" I shrieked. I heard Jc thumping up the stairs.
"What's the matter?" He asked worriedly
"He's not moving!" I said in tears. Jc pushed me out of the way and began shaking Joey. And suddenly my vision went black as I fell backwards. Then it was quiet .
