My Best Friend

(5) What She'd Done

Chapter 5

I wake up a while later to find myself tucked up in bed, but it wasn't my bed, it was Sam's. The duvet was black and white with pillows that read 'pillow' on each of them, for a reason I'll never understand.

I look across the room to see my best friend sitting reading a book in his blue and white checked pyjama bottoms, with a plain dark blue shirt on. He instantly sees me and rushes over.

"Grace! Are you alright?"

Suddenly my head starts to thump and I have a massive headache. "What happened to me?" I whisper, then look down at myself and notice I'm now wearing one of Sam's hoodies, which is rather large on me and reaches down over my butt.

"I found you at about 2am, asleep at the top of the stair case, wearing just a bra and your marbled skirt," Sam says, "I'm guessing you were drunk."

"Drunk? But I only drank cola?" I question, then I have a sudden realisation. "There was vodka in the cola wasn't there?"

Sam nods sympathetically, and I take a deep breath. I'd actually drank alcohol after my 22 years of being sober.

I suddenly feel tears come into my eyes, as I honestly feel like I could break down there and then.

"Grace! Gracie, it's okay, it's alright. You're safe now." Sam says, and takes me into his arms.

I cry softly into his top, making it damp with my tears. "I'm so sorry."

Sam strokes my hair, "You don't have to be sorry, it's not your fault. You didn't know that you were drinking. It's Kate's fault."

I cry even harder now, knowing that my girlfriend had tricked me into drinking alcohol.

"I..." I try to say between cries.

"What is it Gracie?" Sam asks, peering down at me with dampness around his deep brown eyes.

"I hate.. I hate her," I say then cry even more.

"Do you want me to go talk to her?" He asks, wiping tears off my face.

I nod slightly, "Please, I don't want to face her."

He hugs me tightly then places the duvet back over me, walking out of his room. I tuck my hands inside the sleeves of his hoodie, and I can smell the sweetness of his aftershave lingering on the jumper, which is probably my favourite smell in the world, (besides freshly baked brownies...)

A few minutes later I hear Kate and Sam just outside the door, Kate arguing to come into see me and Sam denying her of it, telling her that she should leave and that I didn't want to see her. I cried and flinched when I heard Kate swear at him, then shout to me 'Screw you Grace!' at the top of her lungs.

Sam presumably made sure she was gone before coming back upstairs, coming into the room and taking a massive sigh of relief.

I'm still laying under the duvet, and Sam comes back over, taking me back into his arms; I rest my head on the crook of his neck.

"I'm sorry about her. I shouldn't date someone who can't deal with me being sober." I tell him, and he looks down at me.

"She's stupid, if she really loved you she would ignore the fact that you don't drink and try to have some fun instead. Alcohol doesn't equal fun, we would know." He says softly, and I smile.

"You're right. But I doubt anyone is going to want to date me if I can't even handle my date drinking a glass of anything, I practically had a breakdown when Kate ordered that glass of wine." I explain, and Sam shakes his head.