April P.O.V:
I was in the middle of an intimate moment with Dominic when I got a text from
Brenna's phone. It was from Greer that said Brenna was drunk and if need be
sleepover. I replied and said I was on my way. I just made my way to the front door and
walk to Greer's room. Thank God Greer texted me the directions to her house and the
way to her room. As I walk into the bedroom I see Brenna sitting on the bed with Greer
and hear Brenna slurring her words making absolutely no sense.
"Really Brenna." I say making my way toward.
"April, what are doing here?" She's so out of it right now.
"That's my cue to let you talk." Greer says getting up. She's going to be a good influence to Brenna when I'm busy.
"It's okay we should be heading home now anyway. Thank you for looking out for her."
"Anytime. I'll walk you guys out." Greer says politely.
"What we're leaving already?" Brenna says as I lead her out the door and into the car.
"Yes, before you get sick all over the place." I climb into the driver seat. "So, what's going on Brenna?"
"Nothing's going on, April." Now I know something is really up. She usually is able to talk to me about anything, but ever since the secret was out we haven't really spoken to each other.
"Oh really?" I say as we are on our way home. I know she's lying.
"Everything is just confusing right now."
"I get that, but why wouldn't you talk to me or someone about it instead of getting drunk?"
"It's not that easy, April."
"It isn't if you keep bottling things up, Brenna. Brenna you're starting to act like you did when dad died. So tell me what's confusing you."
"Don't you dare bring dad up in this. Shit happens April. Everything is just catching up to me and my emotions are all over the place, okay."
"Bren you can't resort to drinking. Ever." I say putting the car in park and turning it off as we arrive to the driveway.
"It helps April. Don't you get it? I know I can stop whenever I want to, but it helps." She is now really starting to get me worried. I go to the other side of the car and help her out. She's still stumbling, and reeks of alcohol. As we reach the top of the stairs to the bedroom she stops.
"I'm gonna be sick." I rush her to the bathroom as she throws up in the toilet. Putting her hair in a messy bun, I rub her back and get a glass of water for her to gargle.
"Let's take you to bed." I say lifting her off the ground so she can get on her feet.
"Goodnight Brenna." I say tucking her in bed, but she's already falling asleep. "I love you."
"Stay." So I go and slide next to her. "Please don't leave me like dad." I freeze. I don't even think she realized what she said.
Authors Note:
Hey guys Thanks for reading. I was hoping if someone could write a fanfic of Brenna going back to her old self and drinking. Something like mine because I really want to read about Brenna and her struggle with how she's dealing with everything. Hope you have a great day. -AK