Skylar's POV ~
A week later.
I was in the kitchen making breakfast quickly since I could hear Jeremy hurling upstairs.
DING-DONG
I sigh and go to the door.
"Olivia?"
"Skylar. Where have you been? What the hell? I haven't heard from you in a week." She says coming in
"I'm sorry."
"Skylar. What the hell? I've been worried."
"Look- I'm sorry but I can't do this right now. My parents are out there trying to find the people responsible for this. I have to take care of my brother who is a mess by the way and I- haven't slept since the incident."
"I can help. Just tell me what you need help with."
"I don't need help! what is the point if- I'm useless. I'm an alcoholic who hasn't had a drink in about a week and I'm going ballistic so please. Please."
"What do you want me to do?!"
"Leave! I need you to leave." I say not watching my words
"Liv- I'm-"
"No, I got it." She says and leaves. I sigh and quickly go back and finish Jeremy's food and grab a bottle of whiskey.
I knock on his door and go in. He fell asleep so I just leave the food in the dresser with a note and grab the bottle of whiskey on my way out since he wasn't going to need it.
I go back downstairs.
I sit down on the couch and start drinking the bottle.
I sigh.
F*ck.
How mad is Liv right now?
F*ck. F*ck. F*uck
I finish the bottle and watch how it rolls and hits the table in front of the TV
I fall asleep and when I woke up it was nighttime.
I look at the time and it was midnight.
Our parents weren't here yet.
I went upstairs and saw that Jeremy was eating
"That's lunch"
"Go away" his voice hoarse. I sigh.
"Don't take your pills with alcohol again." I say and close the door.
I go into my room and decide to take a shower. I was almost naked when I heard a thud from Jeremy's room.
I run in there and he was drunk out of his mind and mumbling.
"Oh god" I say as I grab into him and try to get him into the bed.
I got a bucket out from underneath his bed and gave him a lot of water.
"I'm sorry..." he whispers before passing out