Bradin held the bottle between both hands, staring at it. Oh god, he really shouldn't, not less than a week and a half past the last time he got, um, intoxicated. But when he did drink, god did it help him forget. And right now, the only person he could think about is Callie. All through the date, whilst he was groping Sasha, every minute, she was constantly nagging away at the back of his mind. After, he didn't need to get wasted. Maybe a few drinks would be good for him. This in mind, he unscrewed the cap and took a swig. It didn't taste too bad, not how he'd expected it to taste, anyway, so he took another, and passed it back to Sasha.
"So you like it then?" she asked, putting it back in her bag and getting up, as they hand slunk to the ground and now sat on the wooden floor of the pier.
"Uhh, yeah," he answered.
"I got to go," Sasha said, noticing her watch and then dusting herself off. She plucked the bottle back out of her bag. "Keep it," She threw the bottle to Bradin, who caught it 1 handed and then ran from the end of the pier, leaving Bradin with the bottle still in his hand. A few more drinks couldn't do too much wrong, could they?
2 hours later
Bradin dropped the empty bottle over the edge of the pier, listening to it smash onto the rocks. So the 'just a few drinks' theory had gone out the window. He'd been right. It had helped him forget her. However, though it had succeeded in helping him forget Callie, but now he was completely wasted. Again. He stumbled along the peer, attracting looks for the second time that day. He heard mother whispering to their children behind his back, but he didn't really care. Bradin tried, not very successfully to make his way home, which was a bit of a joke, considering her was barely sober enough to stand up, let alone walk. He had made it about a quarter of the way home when someone came up beside him.
"Bradin?" a girl's voice said. Bradin spun around. It was Erica.
"Are you o.k.? You're not walking in a very straight line," she said. "Have you been drinking?" Bradin walked away.
"Hey, come here," she said. She caught hold of him under the chin and smelled his breath.
"Oh Bradin!" she said, looking upset. "You stink of vodka! Why would you want to do this to yourself?" she asked. Bradin looked at her sleazily, before forcing himself on her.
"You're really sexy you know?" he said, his hand getting worryingly close to her left boob.
"O.k., I think someone is a little too drunk to be safe. C'mon, I'll take you home." She offered, unlocking her car. She held out a hand to Bradin, who didn't seem to notice.
"I'll go on my own I don't need any….don't need no-one else," he slurred, walking away.
"Bradin, don't be stupid. Your way too out of it. You could pass out, or get hit by a car, or something, and I'd feel responsible." She said, grabbing him by the shoulder and steering him into her front seat, beside her.
"Now keep still," she said, leaning over his lap to plug his seat belt in for him. This caused her boobs to be pushed flat against his legs. "Must not get horny, must NOT get horny" he thought to himself, hoping it would work. Erica walked around the front of the car and got in the driver seat. She put the key in the ignition and the car jerk into action. They were about 3 minutes down the road when Erica looked over at Bradin, who was turning green, whilst all the blood was rushing out of his face anyway.
"Bradin? Bradin?" she said, worried. Bradin kept his mouth tightly shut. Then suddenly Bradin jerked, putting a hand on his stomach. She moved quickly. There was no way she was getting her custom leather interior stained with teen puke. She pulled over to the sidewalk, put the window down and stuck Bradin's head out of it. Just in the nick of time, as no sooner had she, there was some very painful heaving on Bradin's part. She rubbed little circle's in his back as he threw up all over the side of her car. Still, it was better than on the inside. A few minutes later the heaving stopped and Bradin pulled his head back in.
"Ugh," he stated, putting his head on his shoulder. Erica rummaged around in the glove compartment and pulled out a bottle of water.
"There, have some of that," she said, starting up the car again. The 10 minute journey was uneventful. They pulled up in front of Bradin's house, and Erica got out of the car to help him out. But, being as drunk as he was, there was no way he was going to make thing easy, as he kept trying to get out of the car with his seatbelt on.
"Bradin! No, Bradin. Wait!" she yelled, trying to get him to stop squirming. Finally, after a lot of struggling, she managed to get him out of her jeep, and sling his arm around her shoulders.
"God, you're plastered, aren't you?" she said, looking at him. "You never told me, why the hell you would want to get yourself into this kind of state?" she asked, walking up the path. Once again, Bradin ignored her. They came up to Bradin's front door, and Erica knocked, which was a job and a half, as Bradin's full weight was leaning on her, and if she moved to fast, she risked them both falling to the ground. Finally, Ava came to the door, giggling at something one of the others had said.
"Oh, hey Erica" she smiled. Then she caught sight of her nephew. "Oh God," She called Johnny from the TV room, who came running, hearing her tone of voice. The same tone she had been using about 6 days earlier.
"Ava? What's the matter?" he said, standing beside her. Then he too caught sight of the teen, who was now on the verge of passing out.
"Oh god, not again," he said, putting his hand on his forehead. What the hell was the matter with the kid? Someone had better get some sense into the boy, before he seriously got a problem.
"Thanks Erica," he said, taking Bradin from round her shoulder and helping him staggering in the couches general direction. Nikki rolled her eyes, and then moved herself and her book from the couch to make room for her wasted brother.
"Are you O.K, Erica?" Ava asked, still at the door.
"Yeah, just some jerky guy," she answered, wiping her slightly teary eyes. She started thinking about him, and started full blown crying.
"Come in, have some coffee," Ava said. "Johnny, Jay, do you think you'll be able to take care of him?" she said, pointing her head towards Bradin, who was now very nearly unconscious.
"Uh, sure," Jay said, who had came into the room after hearing all the commotion. He went and found a blanket and tossed it over Bradin.
"What the hell is wrong with him?" Jay said to Johnny, getting cups of juice from the kitchen, and going back to sit in room, looking over Bradin, who was thrashing around on the couch.
"He is going to fall off if he's not careful." Johnny stated. As if in answer to this statement, he rolled over in his deep drunken sleep, and fell straight off the couch.
"Oh jeez, this is going be a LONG night," Jay said, grabbing Bradin's feet so that he and Johnny could lift him back on the couch.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Ava was stirring coffee and giving Erica a shoulder to cry on.
"It's just, I thought he was different, y'know, and then he did this to me, how the hell does he expect me to forgive him?" She snuffled," Oh, im sorry Ava, I really need to get going, I have a lesson tomorrow morning." She finished her coffee, stood up, and left the house.
"Oh yeah, and if Bradin (giggle) manages to get out of bed tomorrow, remind him he was meant to be coming with me to the beach," she said, stopping at the door, then walking out of it and firing up her car.
"Is he alright?" Ava said, coming and kneeling next to Bradin. She stroked his sweaty face and pushed his hair up out of his eyes. He began to stir from his brief coma.
"Uhh," he groaned.
"Can you get him into his room, im beat," Ava said, walking up the stairs "Oh, and ill be at a meeting early tomorrow, so making sure he hauls himself to school. I want him to learn a lesson."
She said, jogging up the stairs o her room. A few minutes, everyone heard a little voice coming to from the stairs.
"Aunt Ava?" Derrick said, wearing too small blue pyjamas, rubbing his eyes. "Aunt Ava, I can't sleep. Can you make me some….." he trailed off, realising 2 things, 1) his aunt wasn't in the room and 2) his big brother, lay on the couch, looking like something was wrong.
"Huh? What's going on? What's wrong with Bradin?" he mumbled, still half asleep.
"Bradin? Bradin?" he repeated, walking towards the couch "Are you o.k.?" He said. He prodded his brother in his chest as he began to stir.
"Ugh!" He groaned, swatting at his brother. "Derrick, go away!" he slurred slightly.
"Are you ok Bradin?" he asked again, stepping on Bradin last nerve.
"DERRICK! Just FUCK OFF! Go and bother Nikki. I don't want you here. No one does. You're just a little pain in the ass I always get stuck looking after. GO AWAY!" Bradin yelled, using the last of his energy and passing out. Again. Derrick stood staring for a moment, as tears welled up behind his eyes. Then they flowed over, he burst into loud, sobbing tears and ran up the stairs. Nikki left her seat and ran after baby brother. She followed him up to his bedroom, where she tucked him back into his bed, with a cup of warm milk on his bedside table.
"What's wrong with Bradin? Why was he so mean to me?" he said, letting Nikki wipe his eyes with a Kleenex.
"He's just…. He's drunk Derrick." She answered. God she was going to kill him.
"Huh? Why? He's not grown up yet." He protested. Only grown-ups could be drunk, and he only knew that from watching late-night (9 o clock) television with Bradin back in Kansas.
"Yeah, well, he's being stupid. Just go to sleep. And don't worry, when people are drunk they say stupid things. I'm sure he'll apologise tomorrow morning.
5 minutes later, Bradin was in his room, Jay under one arm, Johnny under the other, collapsing onto the bed, and very nearly taking both of them down with him.
"Can't wait to see him tomorrow," Jay said, throwing the cover over him. "Going to class is gonna be rough."
"Still, it's his fault," Johnny said, waking out, and switching the light off as he went.
Please R&R people, I need 2 know whether I should bother carrying on!