Through My Window

Original Edition: 29. The Story

The memory of that day in his playroom comes to mind.

His face impatient, waiting for me to leave.

His hand offering me the phone, like paying for my services.

Squeezing my hands, I hit his chest over and over, "Let me go!" Get off!" I manage to move him aside and get away from him. I stagger in the direction of the balcony door, my stomach twisting.

No, not now, don't vomit now, Rachel.

It's not the right time.

I get so dizzy that I grab onto a metal chair by the door. And I fall sitting on it. Cold sweat runs down my forehead, "I don't feel very well."

Ares appears next to me in a second, "What did you expect? You drank too much."

I don't know how he manages to understand my babbling, "How do you know I drank too much? I—"

And I just throw up.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I gloriously vomit in front of the boy I'm in love with. This clearly qualifies as the most unpleasant and embarrassing time of my life.

Ares holds my hair as I vomit horribly on the wooden balcony floor. Tears flow from my eyes from the effort of each gag. When I'm done, I feel like I've had another whole bottle of alcohol. I can't even keep my body, I'm like a rag doll.

Apparently vomiting makes me even more drunk more. I always thought it would be the opposite.

From then on, everything becomes so blurry and Ares' voice is so far away.

ARES

I make a face of disgust when I see Rachel finish vomiting. I hold her head because she can't seem to keep her body standing or sitting or in any way anymore. I take her face in my hands, and blow on it, to refresh her. Her eyes are half closed, and she gives me a goofy smile.

"Smells like cigarettes and mint gum," she says, giggling, "That's sooo like you."

I remove some strands of hair that have stuck to her face from the sweat. She tries to slap my hand but fails, her arms not fully answering her, "You don't have to help me, Greek God, I'm fine."

I raise an eyebrow, "Is that so? Get up then."

"Just go and leave me here, I'll be fine."

I should leave her here, she is not my favorite person after seeing her kiss that nerd.

Don't think about it, Ares.

Releasing a weary sigh, I help her up and when she is standing, I bend down a little and I pass one arm behind her knees and the other behind her back to carry her. Only whispers leave her mouth when I walk inside through the balcony door.

Carrying her across the hallway is not difficult, she is not heavy and I am used to carrying heavier weights with the team workouts. I go into the only room that hasn't been used as a motel today. How do I know? Because my friends are inside, playing video games while they drink.

The first to see me when I enter is Marco.

"Let me guess," Marco acts like he's thinking, "Rachel?"

The brunette I brought a while ago who is sitting on Gregory's lap, speaks, "Who is she?"

Luis shrugs, "Ask Ares, I still haven't understood what those two are playing."

Rachel mutters, "Put me down!"

Giving everyone a serious look, I reply, "Everyone out, now."

Marco raises an eyebrow, "Really? What do you need privacy for? She is drunk."