She Even Poked The Holes So I Could Breathe

Ray keeps staring at me, the more l drink the more worried he looks. Before l know it, things get a bit blurry and l can't tell if it's my eyesight or if l'm just moving all over the place? That's when Ray grabs my hands and shoves me into the vacant, dark backyard.

"Christa, stop drinking." Ray sternly commands and l laugh at him.

"Loosen up, l wanna be this way." l force back at him and his gaze turns hard like stone.

Ray takes the bottle out of my hands and throws it to the ground, the glass shattering all over the place. l flinch and look back at him, his eyes are now laced with sorrow.

"Oh my God Christa, l didn't mean to scare you. l didn't think it'd break and--"

"It's okay, l know you didn't." l say and Ray nods at me.

He leans closer to me so that his mouth is near my ear.

"Why were you upset earlier. You were pissed off; l never thought you would get that mad." Ray questions and admits.

l shake my head, not wanting to answer and Ray looks defeated. l head back into the house, meeting back with the gang. l stay silent for a moments, trying to gather my thoughts but it's so hard when the music is blasting and l keep getting distracted. l finally decide that l've got to say something before everyone goes home.

"Can l stay at someone's house tonight?" L start, grabbing everyone's attention. "My parents went on vacation without telling me and l have nowhere to go. l don't want to be alone tonight, l'm not feeling well.... my stomach feels queasy and you're the only friends l have." l ask and everyone looks sympathetic.

Oli and Patrick step forward and their faces soften.

"You can stay at my house. Pat is also coming. We can make sure you get better." Oli states with a warm smile which makes me smile.

l nod and thank them before we all head out the door. Ray comes up from behind us and asks if he can come too. l looks to Oli, being that we're going to his house, and he nods to Ray's request. So with that, Ray happily walks with us down the dark street to Oli's home.

Once the four of us reach Oli's beautiful two story house, he leads all of us upstairs to what l'm guessing is his room. He has a huge bed, so we all sit down on it while Oli inserts Children Of The Corn into his dvd player. My stomach feels queasy-like in the middle.

"Oli, do you happen to have a bucket or something?" l groan and everyone's attention turns to me.

"Sure, hold on for a sec." Oli replies as he quickly sprints out of the room.

I feel it coming up, making a clench in my throat as l feel the acidic liquid make a ball in my throat. l grunt and clench my stomach and throat. Right as the throw up enters my mouth, Oli rushes in and puts it right in front of my face as l clutch the large bowl, throwing up and cowering to the corner of his room so l don't disgust everyone. Once l'm about done, or so l think, Oli takes my hand and leads me to his bathroom. l nod a 'thank you' to him and he hums back before l lean down to the toilet, tears threatening to spill for no apparent reason. l throw up once again and notice someone patting my back. l slowly turn around to see Ray looking at me, hand on my back. l smile as him and he smiles back and l notice Patrick standing in the bathroom next to Oli.

"Thank you so much you guys, l'm sorry." l admit whilst looking away from them to save them from my bad breath.

"Why are you sorry? Don't be." Patrick's voice coos.

l smile to myself and get up, hugging Oli before reluctantly asking for a toothbrush. He chuckles and gives one with toothpaste already applied. I scrub at my mouth and tongue before washing it out and we all go back to the bedroom, Patrick handing me a glass of water. l thank him again.

Now l understand what Ray meant when he said that the gang cares for each other and could never break apart. I got drunk, asked to go to someone's house, threw up there, and they still stay by my side. The only person that ever treated me like that was my sister.

We all sit on Oli's bed, watching the movie. l've never seen this so l flinch when the little boy runs away into the cornfield and then gets slaughtered. They all chuckle at me when l jump and l begin to laugh with them.

These boys are more of a family to me than my actual family... the family that's still alive.

Notes

sorry it took so long for this filler chapter. Especially sorry to my co-author, Killjoy 4 Life. My bad :/