"There he is, his car is pulling up. Hurry up before Sam or Jared know's he's here." "Okay. You're nice Derek." "Just go!" He pushes me. I don't see a car. I don't see Benny's car. Slam! I run right into Benny's parked car. I hear his door slam, and I puke on his car. I slide down and land on the pavement, puking even more. Someone picks me up and puts me in the car. It's got to be Benny, he's gentle. "You are a fucking mess." "I'm sorry." "Save it." Next think I know we are driving. "You're awake." "Yeah." My head hurts. "Where am I taking you?" "Home." "Where the FUCK is home Val?" "I don't have one." More crying. "VAL! You can't come home with me! Where are you staying?" "ABBY'S!" "Abby is DEAD!" "I KNOW!" "Harder crying." "I'm with Charlene now." "Fuck Charlene." "You said that already." "We killed Abby." "No, Abby killed Abby." "IT WAS OUR FAULT!" Silence.
When I came to again I was still in his car. The sun was centered in the sky so it was at least noon. Chills rolled through my body even though it was probably at least eighty degrees in the care. My jaw was clentched shut and it hurt to focus my eyes. I started to sit up and imediatly regretted it. Fortunatly I was able to open the door quickly enough to spatter the pavement outside. "Oh Val. What have you done to yourself this time." Charlene. "Shut up." I snarled. We weren't exactly on the best of terms. "I told him to just leave you alone. Eventually you will disapear." She stomped off to her car and drove away. Disapear. "I wish." I muttered. "Wish what?" My Benny. "Nothing." I said. "Do you need to go to the hospital?" "No. I'll be fine." "I thought so. Come on up." He said, and helped me to my feet. I stumbled after him into his apartment. "Can you keep water down?" he asked. "I don't think so." I said. "Go take a shower." He ordered, pushing me toward the bathroom. The door was shut and the light on. "No one is in there." He said. When I got to the door I could hear the water running. He started a shower for me. Still so thoughtful. After my shower I felt better. I hadn't gotten sick again, and water sounded like heaven to my parched lips. I opened the door in my towel and tripped over something on the floor. I recovered before I fell, thankfully. I looked down to see what had stopped my. A pair of basketball shorts and t-shirt. Ever so thankful, I put them on before I headed to the kitchen. How did he know I wouldn't want to wear my clothes. I shuddered when I thought of how bad the must look and smell after my many vomit attacks. All I could smell was eggs and my mouth watered. I was still a little uneasy on my feet and my eyes wouldn't stop over focussing on things. I scoweld with anger when I thought of the events that unfolded the night before. Jared. What was I thinking? What the hell did he give me? There was a plate of eggs next to a giant glass of water and two asprin. "Thank you." I said, taking the asprin. I was shakey, but managed not to spill any water. "You look better. Still like hell, but better." Benny said. "Thanks." I said. "Yeah." He said, and rolled his eyes. "No, I mean it. That was stupid, and I'm sorry." I sighed. "It's just not like you, Val. You know that. What got into you?" He asked. "You know." I told him, not in the mood to talk about it. He must of sensed my thoughts and dropped the subject. Before I started thinking about Abby and falling back into my cloud of depression, I consentrated on eating. Before I know it the plate was empty. "Go lay down and sleep. We need to talk when you wake up." He said. "No, I should go." I told him, getting up. "No, you should sleep." He said, all authority. "Fine." I said, and he smiled. His perfect gorgous smile. I sighed when I remembered what his lips felt like under mine. Nothing more was said, and he showed me his room. I shut the door behind me and stared at his bed. His perfectly made bed. I started to lay down when I saw Charlene's jacket on the other side of the bed. I felt my depression cloud hovering again and decided I would rather sleep on the floor.
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"There he is, his car is pulling up. Hurry up before Sam or Jared know's he's here."
"Okay. You're nice Derek."
"Just go!" He pushes me. I don't see a car. I don't see Benny's car. Slam! I run right into Benny's parked car. I hear his door slam, and I puke on his car. I slide down and land on the pavement, puking even more. Someone picks me up and puts me in the car. It's got to be Benny, he's gentle.
"You are a fucking mess."
"I'm sorry."
"Save it."
Next think I know we are driving.
"You're awake."
"Yeah."
My head hurts.
"Where am I taking you?"
"Home."
"Where the FUCK is home Val?"
"I don't have one."
More crying.
"VAL! You can't come home with me! Where are you staying?"
"ABBY'S!"
"Abby is DEAD!"
"I KNOW!"
"Harder crying."
"I'm with Charlene now."
"Fuck Charlene."
"You said that already."
"We killed Abby."
"No, Abby killed Abby."
"IT WAS OUR FAULT!"
Silence.
When I came to again I was still in his car. The sun was centered in the sky so it was at least noon. Chills rolled through my body even though it was probably at least eighty degrees in the care. My jaw was clentched shut and it hurt to focus my eyes. I started to sit up and imediatly regretted it. Fortunatly I was able to open the door quickly enough to spatter the pavement outside.
"Oh Val. What have you done to yourself this time."
Charlene.
"Shut up." I snarled. We weren't exactly on the best of terms.
"I told him to just leave you alone. Eventually you will disapear." She stomped off to her car and drove away.
Disapear. "I wish." I muttered.
"Wish what?"
My Benny.
"Nothing." I said.
"Do you need to go to the hospital?"
"No. I'll be fine."
"I thought so. Come on up." He said, and helped me to my feet. I stumbled after him into his apartment.
"Can you keep water down?" he asked.
"I don't think so." I said.
"Go take a shower." He ordered, pushing me toward the bathroom. The door was shut and the light on.
"No one is in there." He said. When I got to the door I could hear the water running. He started a shower for me. Still so thoughtful.
After my shower I felt better. I hadn't gotten sick again, and water sounded like heaven to my parched lips. I opened the door in my towel and tripped over something on the floor. I recovered before I fell, thankfully. I looked down to see what had stopped my. A pair of basketball shorts and t-shirt. Ever so thankful, I put them on before I headed to the kitchen. How did he know I wouldn't want to wear my clothes. I shuddered when I thought of how bad the must look and smell after my many vomit attacks. All I could smell was eggs and my mouth watered. I was still a little uneasy on my feet and my eyes wouldn't stop over focussing on things. I scoweld with anger when I thought of the events that unfolded the night before. Jared. What was I thinking?
What the hell did he give me?
There was a plate of eggs next to a giant glass of water and two asprin.
"Thank you." I said, taking the asprin. I was shakey, but managed not to spill any water.
"You look better. Still like hell, but better." Benny said.
"Thanks." I said.
"Yeah." He said, and rolled his eyes.
"No, I mean it. That was stupid, and I'm sorry." I sighed.
"It's just not like you, Val. You know that. What got into you?" He asked.
"You know." I told him, not in the mood to talk about it. He must of sensed my thoughts and dropped the subject. Before I started thinking about Abby and falling back into my cloud of depression, I consentrated on eating. Before I know it the plate was empty.
"Go lay down and sleep. We need to talk when you wake up." He said.
"No, I should go." I told him, getting up.
"No, you should sleep." He said, all authority.
"Fine." I said, and he smiled. His perfect gorgous smile. I sighed when I remembered what his lips felt like under mine. Nothing more was said, and he showed me his room. I shut the door behind me and stared at his bed. His perfectly made bed. I started to lay down when I saw Charlene's jacket on the other side of the bed. I felt my depression cloud hovering again and decided I would rather sleep on the floor.
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