Chapter 263

Oakley walks up to me and she grabs my hand drawing me backwards.

I am surprised at this.

"Why are we moving back again?" I ask her and she tells me to shut my mouth. I'm guessing that it is only now that I actually notice that Scott's eyes even though they are open, they are not fully opened.

They were open in something of an half lidded gaze, like he was drunk and I am totally shocked by this. I know that my brother isn't one to propose what he will not do. He isn't one to act like he's going to do something and not do it, he isn't one to act at all even, and so he can't be acting like he's drunk while he really isn't.

"He's drunk?" I asked her surprised and she shrugs her shoulders.

 OKAY. I know that it is something that high school boys always dabble into, it something that I don't want but almost everyone goes into as they are growing up really, but he had alcohol alcohol.

It was something that was still foreign to me. It is something that you sends a pang of worry as the thought flies through my head. It is unhealthy whichever way I think of it. It is unhealthy for him to be drinking, he can try not to show it but if he can be drunk and still play, play so perfectly, then it is worth it at some point I'm guessing, but still.

It is not healthy. It is not healthy for him to be drinking whenever he feels sad and so I am worried about this, but first I am fascinated by it.

Exactly how can he still have the state of mind to be singing and playing so perfectly when he is drunk. I knew some people when they are drunk, they simply get disoriented, they can't do anything right, they can't cross the street, they weren't even able to stand on thier toes, or able to talk, simply laughing each and every time you asked them a question.

Some of them are undeniably cruel when they are drunk too, and you might be asking me how I know this?, Well I knew because one of my boyfriends, of the four terrors life decided to unleash on me before it' handed me over to Aaron, well he had been a drunkard.

He hadn't really been a drunkard, as much as he had been an alcoholic, a chronic alcoholic and weed addict that showed me life isn't really as simple as it is.

You would have thought that after that I would not dareand fall in love again, but I had fallen in love with the next guy that I had met, his best friend to be precise but that, this isn't about me. All this isn't about me.

My brother is practically drunk right in front of me and there's nothing that I can do.

"Why don't we go and help him?" I say to Oakley and she simply shakes her head.

"Let him do what he wants to do for once" she says and I can see the pain leaking off her eyes.