Losing a Winning Battle

19

****SUNDAY MORNING***

Gerard's P.O.V.

"Wake up boyssss we gotta get on the tour bus in an hour, pack your crap up boyssss," Ryan yells. He's kinda like the father of this family. We all get up and get packing about twenty minutes later I hear Ryan say, "young lady wake up this instant or we'll carry you to that tour bus."

I chuckle as I hear Sylv's voice reply, "I'm fine with that."

I walk into the hall with my bags and Frank comes running through the door with a new instant coffee maker and a pack of ready to go Starbucks Coffee.

I roll my eyes and say, "oh my gosh Frankie we're gonna need more coffee."

Frank smiles and says, "I got eighteen more packages in the tour bus already."

He's prepared for this show then. Mikey then runs out of Sylvia's room with her in his arms still sleeping. "Can we dump her in a river," He asks.

I quickly say, "if she's dead sure."

I watched Sylvia  lift her head up and flip me off. "Onward bound my fair knight," she says.

Miles smirks and runs outside to the tour bus. We all get on and our drive says hello as he drives us off. About ten minutes into the drive Miles and me start singing Sweet Home Alabama, because it was on the radio. We sat there playing video games in the living room section of the trailer.

"I..I'll  be back in a couple minutes," Sylvia says and walks into the other room closing the door behind her. After a half an hour I decide to check on her. I walk into the kitchen to see Sylvia curled up in a ball in the corner of the room. I heard small hiccups from her and walked over to her. In her hand was a bottle of Jack Daniels. "S..Sylv-," I go to say and quickly grab at the bottle. She moves it away and takes a swig from the almost empty bottle.

"Ssss....sssowwwyyy," she slurs drinking some more. I go to grab the bottle again but she moves it accidentally throwing it across the room. At that noise all of the guys rush in. Sylvia's tear soaked cheeks became paler as she vomited on the floor. The Ryan picks her up taking her to the bathroom so she doesn't vomit on the floor again. "I...It...It wa...wazzzz.... my...my f..fault," she mumbles trying to stand up. She almost stumbles to the ground but I grab her.

"Go to sleep," I say carrying her to her bunk at the bottom of the bed.

"But whhhyyyy," she says trying to get up again.

"Sylv your drunk, go to bed," I say. She was being a little imp today, I see. I looked at her shaking body and realize she's been acting weird all day. After an hour of persisting we finally got her to sleep.

Almost less then a half an hour later She walks into the room. She held onto her head like it hurt or something but barely acknowledge of us.

"Sylvia," Frank asks confused on how she's not drunk anymore.

She jumped at the sound of his voice and says, "where are we, how'd I get here guys."

Ryan raises his eyebrow and says, "are you still drunk."

Her eyes widen and she says, "I drank, I don't remember-." She then grabs onto the wall, squeezing her eyes closed, letting out a strangled cry in pain. We all just stood shocked unsure what to do.