(A/N: The flashbacks are from the night before just to make that clear. R&R I hope you like it!)
Chapter ten: Drunk
Ruthie stumbled into the house, giggling to herself; she banged into the door as she made her way to the stairs. She was halfway up when the light came on and she heard that familiar which meant she was busted.
"Where were you?" Eric demanded.
"Out," Ruthie laughed.
"Getting drunk instead of high this time?" Eric screamed at her.
"I don't have to listen to this," Ruthie said glaring at him.
"Yes you do!" Annie yelled. Ruthie rolled her eyes and went into the kitchen she grabbed her cell phone and left the house. "Ruthie! Now what Eric?" Eric stood there shaking his head he had no idea.
Flashback.
"Where do you want to go?" Tristan asked.
"Anywhere you want to go." She giggled placing her hand on his crotch she smiled kissing him on the side of his lips.
"Careful or we'll crash," He laughed.
End.
Ruthie stumbled down the street; she walked up to Tristan's house. She knocked on the door hoping he was still awake.
"Hmm?" Tristan answered.
"Tristan?" Ruthie whispered.
"Ruthie didn't you just leave?" He said opening the door.
"No that was an hour ago!" Ruthie yelled.
"Ok, ok, chill! What's up?" He yawned.
"Can I sleep with you tonight?" She asked.
"Yeah, do I have to go pick you up?" Tristan asked.
"What do you think?" Ruthie laughed. She walked inside giving him a kiss, to wake him up.
Flashback.
"Tristan what time is it?" Ruthie yelled over the music.
"I don't know, 25am," he laughed.
"Well then were late for school, but seriously I have to get home!" Ruthie said.
"One more beer," He pleaded.
"No you're the semi designated driver five was enough," She giggled. "But I'll take it" She laughed grabbing the beer from him.
End.
Morning rolled in, and Annie and Eric waited in the living room half asleep for Ruthie to come in. They could hear Sam and David walking around upstairs, and they heard Martin quietly sneak out an hour earlier. As the twins came downstairs, Annie got herself up and started making them breakfast, she could tell David was mad and knew that he must have heard the fight last night.
"Where's Ruthie?" Sam asked.
"I don't know," Annie said quietly.
"No one cares!" David yelled at Sam.
"David! Stop it!" Annie said.
"No, I heard you fighting again. I wish she wasn't my sister!" David ran upstairs crying. Annie watched him go paying no attention to the stove.
"Ouch!" She yelled as she placed her hand on the burning pot.
"Mommy!" Sam cried.
"I'm okay sweetie," She said. "Come here" Sam went up to his mom and gave her a hug. He'd never seen his mom this upset, he never wanted to let her go. He wanted to hold on to her as tight as he could, he wanted to take away all her pain. She wasn't supposed to ever be sad she was his mommy, and she was supposed to always be strong.
Ruthie woke up beside Tristan, she felt a sense of relief and also a hint of sadness because it meant she had only delayed going home and today was her last day of the longest weekend ever. She had to face her parents tonight whether she wanted to or not. It didn't mean she had to face them sober.