This took place last year during my younger sisters twentieth birthday party during the winter. My mom and sister practically have their birthday on the same day, so my sister bought my mom and dad tickets to Atlantic City for the night so that they could have a good time together. Of course the other part of her plan was to get our parents out of the house so that she could throw a party with her friends. My mom agreed that it would be OK to have a party while they were gone, so long as it was with a small group of her friends. My mom also asked me to be there so that I could supervise things and keep an eye on the dog.
In all honesty, I did not want to do it. I had a feeling that something bad was going to happen and since I would be the oldest one there, it would be my responsibility to maintain order. I especially didn't want to do it when my sister told me the party was going to be a bit bigger than she let my mom know. I only agreed to it because my mom begged me to and I wanted to be able to watch over my house and pets.
So the day of the party arrived and my younger brother, sister, and I, were left alone in the house. I could hang upstairs with the dog, while my brother and sister had their little party downstairs. I would just have to go down occasionally to make sure things were OK. So the friends started to arrive bringing various gifts to the party. After letting a few more arrive I decided to go downstairs and check things out. As I hung around I noticed that it wasn't just her friends that decided to arrive. There was her boyfriends friends, my brothers friends, and some of their friends friends.
I didn't recognize half, if not more of the kids there. As I suspected would happen, some of the kids had brought alcohol to the party. "Fine" I thought "I didn't provide it, so I can't get into trouble for it. As long as things don't get out of control, everything will be fine". However, I did start to get anxious when I saw that a small amount of the kids had brought their own marijuana to the party. As tempted as I was to kick them out, I didn't want my sister to get mad at me for harassing her guests. So I decided to have a drink to help calm myself down and just went about doing my own thing.
About an hour into the party a few of my sisters friends came running up to me saying "Chris, Chelsea needs your help". "OK" I said "Where is she?". They told me that my sister was in the bathroom. Thinking they were overreacting I casually walked up to the bathroom door and knocked. "Chell?" I asked "Are you alright?". "Yea Chris" she said "I'm good". I opened the door to see her on the floor, just barely over the toilet. Figuring she had just drank too much, I decided to just wait outside the door while she tried to get a hold of herself. But instead, I noticed after a while that she was slowly losing conciseness. I decided to find her boyfriend so that he could help me get her up the stairs and into her bed. This story will be continued in the next post.
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