When you go

Chapter 9
I drive so fucking far away, i doubted i knew the way back home. I’ve been driving for the past three hours, but now i was in a meadow, littles way from the car. It was actually quite pretty, the autom leaves different shades of oranges and yellows. I sit down, leaning on a large tree, which i believe is called a weeping willow. Frankie would probably love this place.
I pull out my cigarettes, lighting one up and placing it between my lips. I take a long drag, feeling my body relax as i do.

I don’t know how long i sit there, thinking about my complicated life, about all the shit me and my friends have been through.
When i check the time it’s already 2 o’clock. I left the school at 9. I sigh, getting up and bracing myself for the long drive home.

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When i walk into the house the first thing that hit me was smoke. And the scent of alcohol. I listen for a second, hearing several voices coming from the basement.

“Mikey?” I shout, walking down the stairs to the basement. I walk the large room, finding our entire group there. Including Bert,
“What the fuck?” I say, every one’s attention snapping towards me. Frank looks agitated, yet drunk off his ass. Bert has the same expression.

“Hey Gee! It’s friday remember?” Mikey slurs drunkenly. I sigh, only just now remembering that it’s fucking friday. My gaze drifts up towards Bert, anger bubbling in my throat.
“You took my fucking pills.” I growl at him, my gaze intensifying. He starts to smile at me, too drunk too really register what i’m talking about. For the first time i notice Bob is there, a kid we’ve never really hung out with.

“Geegee, shh, it’s all good.” Bert giggles out. I feel my feet rushing towards him, but before i let myself hit him, i pick up a bottle of vodka. I drink it with mixing it with anything, taking several gulps. I feel the intense burn on my throat, making me want more.
“Where were you? We were super worried.” Ray asks, slurring quite a bit.
“I was nowhere.” I said, sounding definite. I share the the bottle of vodka, knocking a little more back.

“M’kay,” Frank says with a giggle. I roll my eyes, still agitated with his presence.
“What were you guys talking about before i came in?” I ask, curious as to why Frank and Bert looked like they wanted to kill each other.
“Bert and Frankie were arguing over you. I think Frankie wants to kiss you.” Mikey whispers, not so quietly. Frank blushes, hitting Mikeys arm. I feel slightly buzzed already. Even so, i take another swig of the vodka, leaving my throat to burn.

“Let’s go do something.” I said, standing up, nut wavering a little bit.
“Yeah!” Frank shouts like a four year old. He stands to stand, using the wall to balance him.
“M’kay. What are we gonna do?” Ray says, giggling like an idiot.
“Does it matter babe?” Mikey slurs out, Grabbing Ray by his wrist and pulling him up. Once he stands Mikey kissing him with passion. Even drunk they’re happy with each other. I feel the alcohol take over my limbs, fogging my brain and robbing me of my common sense. It takes forever for all the guys to get up, some of them with cigarettes in their hands.

“Let’s go.” I slur, making my way up the stairs. My footing is uneven, making me think i’m about to fall over. I make it to the kitchen, drinking the rest of the vodka, getting a bottle of gin this time.
“Mmm, c’mon Gee.” Frank slurs, leaning on the counter. I take a step toward him, pushing him up on the counter. I stand between his legs, smirking at his wide eyes and small smirk.
“Frankie….” I whine out. “Your really cute.” I say giggling drunkenly. He giggles too, as if there was an actual joke there.

“C’mon, you….you asses.” Mikey says entering the kitchen.He laughs as if it was the funniest sentence in the world. I step away from Frank, grabbing the keys to my car.
I walk outside, hopping in my car and starting it up. Everyone piles in the car, laughing and stumbling as we go. Bob sits behind me, Ray in the middle, Mikey on his lap. Bert is behind the passenger seat and Frank is in the passenger seat.
“Let's go!” Mikey shouts, causing everyone to burst into whoops. I crazily back out of the driveway, the tires screeching as we go.

“Turn the fucking radio on!” Ray yells at me. I nod, smiling as i push in a Misfits CD. Music burst through the speakers, louder than legal, i’m sure.
I’m swerving all over the road, but i’m too intoxicated to care. I feel Frank's fingers intertwine with mine, and even though i’m pissed at him, i find myself smiling. I look over at him, smirking at his giggly state.

Suddenly the guys are screaming, and before i can react i feel my head getting slammed against the windshield. I hear an awful sound come from the window that Frank's head was slammed on, and i pretend that it wasn't the sound of his skull cracking.
Then the bad part comes. There’s another collision, this one sending us swerving off the road. We spin in circles, and finally the car flips, once, twice, and we land back the tires.
I can barely move. I trying kive my head to the right, barely catching sight of Frank, before i feel a searing pain in my neck. So i scream.

“Help! Please, someone!” I gasp out. I start sobbing, thinking no one will ever help us, were stuck. We’ll have to sit here forever, waiting for someone, anyone, to help.
“Shh, shh you're okay.” I hear a soothing voice. “It’s alright, i’ve called an ambulance. It’s gonna be just fine.” He says, gripping my hand tightly.

“Are they okay?!” I hear another voice shout. It’s another guy i think, but the voice sounds too far away for me to hear clearly.
“Fuck, i dunno, Brendon!” The voice shouts back. Suddenly i hear sirens getting closer. My vision is blurred, but not blurred enough for me to not see the flashing red and blue lights.
“You're gonna be fine. Everyone is fine…” I hear the voice drifting off.
The last thing i see is pale blue eyes in front of mine.

Notes

Hiya guys, hope your day was good!
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-May <3