Stranded

~Four~

I literally wanted to run myself over with 14 buses, then dig down to earth's core and burn to death.

Okay, that last one was a little intense, but I have my reason; that I have to room with Aiden Taylor for eight days on a very expensive and over-the-top yacht and probably walk in on him with some girl. At least I have Lizz with me, which is good because I will probably only talk to her.

"I'm going to go see our room, you coming Aiden?" asked Lizz sounding very bubbly, which is odd seeing because she is known as the tough one in our group of friends. 

"Nah, I'm going to chill on the deck," he said with a bored expression, but when he looked at me something in those blue eyes flashed, but then went away only seconds later.  

"What about you, Em?" She turned to me. 

"Sure," I said smiling at her, before we left I glanced at Aiden but he was already on the boat, as well as Lizz.

I walked over to and saw her with Abby talking about something.

"I'm not sleeping on the deck on a god damn towel," 

Hold on, was Abby actually serious about us, and I quote, 'nerds', sleeping on the deck?

"I don't want my nice white clean sheets contaminated with you disgustingness," She said in the most snarky and snobby way possible, "Besides do you really think I would let a Moore sleep under my roof," said Abby. 

I glared at Abby but snuck a quick glance at Lizzie, and it's safe to say she was about to hit someone.

"Well I mean you had no problem sleeping with my brother," said Lizz. Abby's eyes widen, and we all know why...

Caden, Lizz's brother was with Abby one night. Drinking and getting high at some party, then after the party, he took her to her house and they, well, you know, and he got Abby pregnant, but she had a miscarriage. 

She didn't talk to anyone for months.

She didn't even pick on me. 

"At least I dumped his ass before he could get me into drugs and die along his side!" She said and a small glass-like tear fell down her cheek. 

Abby can cry?

Didn't know the devil's children could do such a thing.

That hit a nerve with Lizzie. Lizz's brother, as mentioned before, did drugs, it was bad. He was highly addicted and he did it all the time. One night Katie and I were over for a girly sleepover when we were about twelve years old. Caden came home late, really late. Kat and I wanted to sleep but we stayed up for Lizz's sake. When he got home he was wasted and high, never a good combo. He told her he was going to bed, but Lizzie insisted that she should call someone, but he was already asleep. We woke up that morning to no Lizz in the bed, we soon found out that he'd died in his sleep from an overdose.

I bit my lip.

That night Lizzie blamed herself for his death, she fell into a deep deep depression and didn't eat, go to school, nor talk to anyone for months. Her mother was the one who mentioned therapy. Lizz refused, claiming she was fine, but Kat and I convinced her to at least try. She did and felt a little better with time.

But she didn't care about herself she cared about him, they were twins after all.

I tried to talk to her but the next thing I knew Lizz's hand was smacking Abby's face and walking off to Aiden, they spoke for a few seconds and Lizz walked away with tears in her eyes.