Chapter 4
"Can I go pretty please?" Kyla begs for the hundredth time. After eating dinner we all came back up to the room to get ready and Kyla hasn't stopped begging to go to the party since we got up here.
"No!" Everyone, except me—turns to her and yells.
"I promise not to be a pest. I won't even hang out with you guys. I know some people who are going. I can hang out with them." Kyla tries.
"It's not happening, Kyla. So you can stop asking." Ashley says putting eyeliner on.
"It's not faaaaair." Kyla whines, bouncing up and down on the bed. The whole scene is actually quite cute.
"Just let her go, Ash." Rachael speaks up. Ashley turns around from the mirror on her dresser and looks at her friend who shrugs and goes back to doing Stacy's hair.
"Fine." Ashley sighs and turns to her sister. "You have ten minutes to get ready." She tells her, turning back around to the mirror to finish applying her make up.
"Yes!" Kyla exclaims then jumps up and runs out of the room.
After we all finished getting dressed, Stacy offered to do my make-up and I must say she did a wonderful job. Madison let me borrow a pair of her jeans and Stacy gave me a shirt. They said my clothes made me look like a 16 year old and I asked what was wrong with that—seeing as though, I am 16. Turns out the party we're going to is going to be mostly Seniors which means 17 and 18 year old's. Then why is Kyla going again?
Everyone looks amazing. I didn't think people in foster homes had nice clothes, but turns out everyone of them have had jobs, so they could buy themselves these nice clothes.
We had to sneak downstairs as quietly as possible so we wouldn't get caught. Kyla met up with us and we left the building through a door in the basement.
"Who's car is this?" I ask as we approach a green Jeep Grand Cherokee in the parking lot.
"It's mine." Stacy says taking out her keys opening the door. "I bought it last year, I got it at a good price after saving for it for almost two years."
"It's nice." I say genuinely. I really admire Stacy. She seems like she's focused and knows what she wants and how to get it.
"Thank you, Spencer." She smiles at me. "Ash, you driving?" She turns and tosses the keys to Ashley, who just nods her head because even though Stacy said it in the form of a question Ashley knew she wasn't asking—her and Rachael were already climbing in the back.
Ashley is driving, Madison in the passenger seat, Kyla and I on the backseat, Stacy and Rachael decided to take the trunk. As we pull out of the parking lot I turn around and look over the seat at Stacy and Rachael—who are making out and groping each other like they haven't seen each other in months.
"Are they always like this?" I ask no one in particular.
"Yep." Madison answers. "The only reason they were civil your first night was because they said they wanted to be polite to guest and they didn't know if you were gay or not." She adds.
"So if I were straight would it have mattered?" I ask looking back at the couple, immediately wishing I didn't—because Stacy's shirt was off and her boobs were showing. Don't get me wrong, they're nice boobs, it's just... they're Rachael's property if you know what I mean and I don't like trespassing on other people's property. Especially when Rachael has clearly put a no trespassing sign up.
"Probably not." Kyla and Madison say at the same time.
"Oh." I say nodding.
The car ride to the party was fairly silent, besides the moaning and lip smacking noises that Stacy and Rachael were making in the back.
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"So we'll see you guys later, we're gonna go dance." Rachael tells us as she pulls her girlfriend into the crowd.
"We're not gonna see them for the rest of the night." Madison says watching her two friends disappear into the large crowd.
"What do you mean?" I ask, looking around the room at the masses of people grinding all over each other.
"They're going off to have sex in all the rooms probably." Kyla says then giggles at herself. "Well, I'm going to find my friends."
"Stay where I can see you." Ashley tells her younger sister.
"Yes mother." Kyla quips before disappearing into the crowd.
"I'm gonna go get us drinks." Madison tells Ashley and I, before walking off. I look at Ashley who's leaning against the wall, looking less than thrilled to be here.
"Why aren't you dancing?" I ask Ashley, walking over and standing next to her.
She lifts herself up from the wall and says, "Why are you talking to me?"
Before I can respond Madison comes back with three drinks in her hands. "Oh my God, there was this really cute guy at the drink table and he asked me to dance so yeah, I'm gonna go do that. Catch you guys later." She says handing us our drinks then disappearing back into the crowd.
"I guess it's just us then." I state the obvious to Ashley, who scoffs and walks off. "I guess it's just me then." I say aloud to myself. Most of the night I spent my time leaning against the back wall watching people gyrating and dry humping all around me. When it became too much I decided to go outside and get some fresh air. I walk out onto the porch and look to my right to see Ashley sitting on the porch swing. I muster up the courage—meaning I downed the rest of my spiked punch—to go and ask her what the hell her problem was with me.
"What did I ever do to you?" I ask when I reach her.
Her head shoots up and it looks like she's been crying. "Just go away, Spencer." She says with puffy red eyes.
I take a seat on the swing next to her, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, just leave me alone alright!" She raises her voice.
"Why do you hate me so much? You haven't said more than ten words to me since I got here and all the one's you have said were either rude or mean." I tell her in a low voice.
"I don't have time for this." She tells me standing up. I start to say something when Stacy, Madison and Rachael fly out the front door.
"Where have you two been? We've been looking all over for you guys." Stacy says as they walk over to us. "Have either of you seen Kyla?"
"No. Why?" Ashley asks with concern laced in her voice.
"Well, she was in there." Stacy says thumbing back towards the house. "And then like she wasn't."
"What do you mean she was?" Ashley asks raising her voice at her friend now. "I asked you two to keep an eye on her while I got some air." Ashley says to Rachael and Stacy who look down in shame. "You guys went off to have sex again didn't you?" Ashley asks a question that she probably already knows the answer to. "Unbelievable" She mumbles, pushing past her friends.
"Where are you going?" Madison turns and asks.
"To find my little sister." Ashley says before hoping off the front porch, to walk around the house.
"Okay, we'll go check upstairs, Madison you check downstairs, and Spence you go help Ashley look out back." Rachael tells us our assignments. I inwardly groan at the fact that I get stuck with the one person who hates my guts. But this is about Kyla right now so I nod then take off after Ashley.
I walk around to the back of the house and see Ashley making her way towards a small shed in the back of the house with a light on. I catch her to her just as she reaches it.
"What are you doing?" She asks, turning and looking at me.
"Helping you find Kyla." I state plainly. Not wanting to get into it with her right now when there are more important things going on. She rolls her eyes before lifting the latch on the shed door and opening it.
"What the fuck?" She yells at the sight before us. Kyla and some boy who looks about 18 or 19 are on an old dirty mattress, but Kyla is clearly passed out. Probably too much to drink. "What the hell are you doing to my little sister?" She yells at the boy as she rushes to her little sister's aid.
"I was just..." The boy tries but Ashley is already on top of him punching him in the face. He's a fairly small boy, no more than 130lbs but Ashley looks like she's about 100lbs soaking wet, surely he should be able to handle her. But no... he's getting pummeled. I walk over to Kyla, as Ashley continues to wail on the boy—to make sure she's okay. I feel her temperature and she's burning up.
"Ashley, she's really hot." I tell her and she stops hitting the boy and runs to her sisters side. "Kyla, wake up." I shake her but she doesn't move. She doesn't even stir. I put my face down next to her mouth to check and see if she's breathing. I've watching enough Grey's Anatomy to know a little something about this stuff. "Ash, she's barely breathing." I tell a now frantic looking Ashley who looks back between me and Kyla before glancing back at the boy who is making a run for it out of the shed. "She's needs a hospital." I tell her and she nods.
"Is this guy with you?" Madison asks as her Stacy and Rachael walk into the shed. They all see a barely conscious Kyla laying on the floor. Stacy and Rachael run over and kneel by her side next to Ashley and I, and Madison pushes boy forward into the shed so hard that he goes stumbling to the ground.
"She needs a hospital." I tell Stacy who nods. Rachael picks up Kyla and carries her out of the shed while Stacy helps up a still in shock Ashley.
"What should we do with him?" Madison asks, pointing down at the boy who looks scared—of a bunch of girls.
"Take his wallet." I tell her looking down at the boy. "Get his driver's license so we'll have something to give to the cops." Madison bends down and takes the boys wallet right out of his pocket without him even trying to stop her.
"Avery Thomas." She says reading the name off his license. "Listen, Avery." She tells him, her face inches away from his. "If anything, and I mean anything, happens to my friends little sister. I'm going to kill you." She pauses looking down at his license. "456 Fleetwood Ave." She states then lifts up from his face. "I know where you live, Avery. Don't forget that." We both leave the shed and run back to Stacy car that is already running—waiting for us.
As we pull of to head to the hospital I turn around in my seat when I see a car that looks exactly like Aiden's. I didn't see him there.
When we got to the hospital, things were pretty chaotic. Kyla's temperature seemed to spike on the way there and a bunch of 16 year old's and a 17 year old bringing a 14 year old to the hospital past midnight on a Saturday probably seemed a little suspicious. The doctors took Kyla back about an hour ago and now we're all in the waiting room.
"That guy didn't..." Stacy trails off, looking across the waiting room at Ashley who's leg is shaking and she's frantically biting her nails.
"I um... I don't think so. I think we got there just in time." I tell Stacy who lets out a sigh of relief.
"Where'd you learn all that stuff?" I give her a confused look. "Um... Ashley told me how you knew what to do, back at the shed." She clarifies.
"Oh." I say shrugging. "I um... I watched a lot of TV this summer." I tell her and she nods.
"Well, thank goodness for that then." She smiles then gets up to go join Rachael, who's sitting next to Ashley, trying to calm her down.
"Family of Kyla Davies." A man in a white coat comes from behind the double doors with a clipboard and says. All of us jump up and rush to him.
"I'm Ashley Davies, her sister." Ashley says to the doctor.
"I'm Doctor Hansel, are your parents around?" He asks looking around the near empty waiting room. Only an older couple in the back.
"Um, no. Our mom died when we were young and we never met our dad. I'm all she has." The doctor nods.
"Well, Ms. Davies came in with decreased breath sounds, high fever and skin discoloration which usually is a sign of some kind of foreign toxin in the blood stream. We did some test and we found GHB in her system, she had an adverse reaction to the drug, but we were luckily able to bring her temperature down and she's breathing okay now. It's a good thing you brought her in when you did, a little while later and she could have went into respiratory failure. We want to keep her here overnight just to monitor her and make sure that she's okay.. You are welcome to go and see her now, if you'd like." The doctor tells Ashley who nods. "Oh and also, when minors come in with drugs in their system we're required to notify the police." The tells us and we all nod. "They're waiting outside the room to talk to you." He says finally before walking off.
"Shit. We're so busted." Rachael states the obvious.
"What are we gonna do?" Madison asks, looking around at all her friends.
"You guys are gonna go." Ashley says turning around to us. "I can handle this. I shouldn't have let her go to the party in the first place. So I'll take care of this. No need for all of us to get in trouble. Plus you know that if Ms. Heevy finds out about she's gonna put us all on lock down and how will you go to work then, Stace? So just go you guys, I'll be fine." Ashley tells us.
"We don't wanna leave you here by yourself, Ash." Rachael says.
"What'd I just say? I'll be fine. Now go, before the cops come out here and see you." Everyone nods getting the hint that Ashley wasn't going to take no for an answer.
"This is the guy." Madison says handing Ashley the driver's license of the boy who started all this. "You can give it to the cops." Ashley nods then looks down at the photo of the boy on the license, contorting her face in anger.
"Call us if you need us." Stacy says hugging her friend. Ashley nods as Madison and Rachael mimic Stacy's actions.
"I will guys, now go." Ashley insists, giving a small smile to ease the mind of her friends. Everyone said another goodbye before we all made our way to the hospital doors. On the way out I turned back to give Ashley one last look and I caught her eyes. She was thanking me with them—something I know she probably felt she didn't know how to say verbally. She gave me a small smile before walking off through the double doors in the direction of Kyla's room. I let a small smile escape my lips thinking of how things might be different between Ashley and I now...