I walked into the room and knelt down beside my sister. I than shook her by the shoulder to wake her up. Thankfully she opened her eyes and started talking to me. I than helped her get up and back into her bed. She than told me that she felt like she was going to be sick. I happened to have her boyfriend around and had him hold a bucket for her. I had to quickly go off and take care of something.
I came back and saw my sister with her head in the bucked and her boyfriend barely able to hold it still. For some reason he started tilting the bucket on an angle so that she could get her head in better. I had to stop the whole thing when I realized he was going to end up pouring her vomit back on her. As I tried to tuck her in again, some of her friends came up to see how she was doing. After making sure she was okay and complimenting me for being such a good brother, I had everyone leave the room and turned out the lights. I only checked on her a few more times afterward to make sure she was still OK.
Eventually, I had to go to sleep because I had a DJ-ing gig the next morning that was over an hour away. I just let the party continue and hoped that I would still have a house in the morning. At one point I woke up during the night and thought that the police had come to our house. But when I didn't see any in the driveway, I decided to just go back to sleep. The next morning I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing. As expected, I picked it up to hear my mom on the other end.
I had been plotting out what I wanted to say to them while I had been falling asleep that night. I wanted to vent my frustration at being thrown into this whole situation."You listen, and you listen good" I started "First, you are both f-cking retarded if you think nothing bad happened here last night. Second, I don't want to ever have to hold my sisters lifeless body in my arms again". "What are you talking about?" my mom stammered "You said last night that everything was fine". "Well no sh-t" I responded "Like it would have done any good if I had told you Chelsea was unconscious". We talked a bit longer and than hung up the phone. I than got myself dressed for work and went downstairs.
I was greeted by a bunch of teens sleeping in various locations around my house with cans and bottles laying around. There was at least one location where someone had puked on the floor. "OH MY GOD" I thought "If dad saw this he would absolutely flip". I would have loved to of been there when my parents got home, but I had to be heading off.
After I was done DJ-ing, I came back home to find my parents hanging in the living room. I soon came to the realization that they weren't entirely aware of what had happened last night. It took me all of thirty seconds for me to decide if I wanted to tell them what had occurred with my sister. I could care less about ratting her out, she owed me big time for what I had to deal with that night.
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