"Woo-hoo... OH come on Jaack are yooouuuu telling me yoooou caan't play caards?" I then bursts out giggling and stop probably 5 minutes later.

"Well pretty girl how bout you get off that table and stop dancing and teach us guys how to play cards and maybe pick one of us to have a good time with" a dark haired guy says and then him and his friends start laughing.

My phone starts ringing in my bag and i fish it out and without looking at who it was, I answered, "Heeeeelllllooooo" I say and then burst out gigggling and i nearly fall off the wobbly table.

"Bay?" a voice says and I instantly realize it's Issac and my stomach bursts into a fit of fluttery butterflies. "Where are you?"

"Nowhere but everywhere" I say and giggle. 

"Pass me my drink" I whisper to the guy whose name I learned is Emmett. He has auburn hair and a face that will make any girl fall to their knees.

Too bad he isn't as hot as Issac. Girls will not only fall to their knees but they will kiss the floor he walks on.

"Your drink? Are you drinking Bay!?! Where the hell are you?" he yells on the phone.

I guess I can't whisper after all. Add that to the other things I can't be good at or do well like be a good daughter, according to my mother.

"Don't yell at me!" I sip the beer that I have gotten used to. 

Probably because I have drank 3 cups of beer in the last 4 hours. Or is it 6? How would I know?

"Bay where are you and why are you drinking?"

"Hey girl with the big cananas, you wanna play or what?" the dark haired guy yells out and his friends agree.

"Who the fuck is that!" Issac booms through the phone.

"Uhhh I forgot hiiisss naammeee, but he iss very handsome and charming. He saved me from exposing my lady bits to the.....1....2....3...4...5.. uhh whatever amount of guys here. It was on accident. I slliips on the floor and my dress kind of rode up, but he heellpped me. Sooo nice, right?"

"Bay, where are you?" Issac says and I can hear the worry and anger evident in his voice.

"Soomeewheere in the- the city" I hiccup out.

"A bar?"

I nod my head, but then realize he can't see me.

"Yup, buuut dooon't commeeee for mee. I'mm great.. Emmmett can take me home. Heeee'ss nice" I say and then giggle

"Bay-"

"Gotta go Issac" I say and hang up and put my phone back in my bag and zip it. I look at the men in front of me and an idea pops up in my head.

"Whoever catches me earns the right to have me sit on their lap while we play cards."

All the men scramble to stand in front of me and then have their arms out ready to catch me. I take one last swig of my beer and then I walk near the edge of the table readying them to catch me, but the wobbly table gives out and I slip off the table and crash on the floor before anyone can catch me and a shooting pain spike up my arm and I groan in pain, but Emmett's arms are wrapped around me trying to help me up.

I look up at him once he helped me up, "Thank you my blue eyed friend."

"I believe you have to sit on my lap." He says with a smirk on his face.

I begin to feel dizzy and I stumble a little in Emmett's arms. I nod my head and we sit down and I place myself on his lap.

A guy places me a stack of cards and I distribute it among everyone equally. Emmett's hands are placed on my hips holding me close to him. It all feels wrong, but the alcohol in my system is taking control of my actions tonight. 

"Okay so this is how you play." I say with a smirk on my face.

....

1 hour later

"Oh come on Garry! You can't be serious. You lost fair and square." I say and take another shot of tequila. This is my 5th shot and I am feeling jumpy. I am still sat on Emmett's lap and everytime I jump on his lap, he groans, but I don't know why. 

"Emmett, your wallet or keys is right underneath me and it's poking me. Move it over some." I say and poke at his wallet that has been poking at my butt for like 45 minutes.

"How bout you move it for me baby?" he says in a hedonistic way. He leans back in his chair and looks at me with lustful eyes.

I look at him confusingly and then it clicks in my head and I look down at Emmett's boner not wallet.

"Ohh uhh that's your.... Nice" I say awkwardly.

How do you act in situations like this? I'm very awkward sooo..

"Wanna see it?" he says and his eyes travel down my body and I feel quite uneasy and uncomfortable.

"No but you can see this motherfucker!" a deep angry voice says and before I know it Emmett is being punched in the jaw and Emmett cries out in pain and holds his jaw. I look up to see Issac who is practically radiating anger. He looks down at me and picks me up off Emmett. He holds my hand and drags me out the bar.

"Byeeee Emmeeett" I slur and follow Issac's long strides out the bar. I adjust my sling on bag on shoulder.

"Whhyyy are yooouu going so fast I-Issac?"

"I can't believe you would go out and do that" He says.

"It was reckless and unlike you. You know you are a lightweight and you went and probably drank the whole bar.

"You sound like my mother" 

Issac sighs obviously still angry and we walk up to an all black escalade. Issac puts me in the back seat and buckles me up and then walks to the driver's seat and puts the car into ignition and then drives off.

"Hey Issac weee should've stayed baaack and drink. Yoou knoow like at the p-paint party."

"No. You were drunk off your ass. 3 minutes tops and you would've passed out on that guy's lap." Issac says and then mutters the rest of his sentence under his breath.

"Emmmeettt waasss nice. I meaann he haadd a boner while I-I was seated on his l-lap. He wanted me to toouchh it." I say and the giggle, but when I see Issac's hard grey eyes in the rearview mirror, I quickly stopped. His hands are white as he squezzes on the steering wheel and navigates us out the city.

"I should've done more than broken his fucking jaw. I would've scooped out his damn eyeballs and fed them to him for breakfast."

"Who knew t-the golden boy was vioolent" I say and laugh to myself.

Issac growls quietly and my eyes widen.

"Bear!" i scream out and then laugh. 

I just realized that on the floor is plastic. Like it was put there.

"If you vomit... WHEN you vomit, vomit on the plastic on the floor."

"Where are you taking me?" I ask when I realized he passed the street leading to my house.

"My house. If you go home, you will probably be skinned alive because of how drunk you are. You are going to be vomiting so much. How much did you drink?" he asks but before I could answer him I feel bile come up my throat and my tongue begins to feel heavy. I open my mouth and start emptying my guts on the plastic on the floor and tears run down my face because this..is painful. My stomach feels like it has more and more stuff to empty out every time I think I am done. My sobs are mixed in with the sounds I am making as I vomit.

After what seemed like an hour, I finish vomiting...i think and I wipe my mouth with my arm and collapse on the seat.

"You probably drank a gallon or a gallon or more of alcohol."

He tosses me a mint and I begin sucking on it and it eventually dissolves.

Some ungodly noise come out my mouth and then after that everything is black and I slip out of consciousness.

....

"Noooo Emmett. I don't want to touch it" I murmur as I am being hauled somewhere. From what I can see, we are in a huge house designed with lots of white and grey. 

"Stop talking about that doucebag before I leave you here, drive back to that bar and kick his ass. So shutting the hell up is in your best favor." Issac's deep voice says and he opens a door and we enter a room. Issac gently drops me on a bed and I bounce a little from the impact. I look around at a grey and silver designed room. Trophies are huddled together at a corner of the room, probably lacross trophies. Pictures of Issac are on the wall. Some are of him and a women that looks similar to Issac.

I point to the picture and ask, "That's your mom?" I ask.

Issac looks to where I am pointing and he nods his head.

I can still feel alcohol in my system and I already know that in the morning I will definitely be vomiting my guts, but luckily, tommorow we have no school.

Some holiday or another.

"Why would you get drunk like that Bay?" he asks and I try to sit up in the bed. 

"Well" I say and laugh still feeling like I'm high on a cloud. "My aunt's a whore. My sister's heart will be broken when I tell her what I have to tell her tomorrow, and well your best friend is an asshole and I hope he burns in hell."

"What are you talking about Bay?"

"Well I went to my auntie's house riightt, but I found that bitch in bed with your best friend." I start laughing and I feel like I won't stop. "And here the rich part, he tells me not to tell Zoe, so I start punching him and punching and scratching and all I heard was cracking and all I saw was red."

I look up at Issac who is looking at me like I am as delicate as a china doll and I may break at any moment. That's what I don't want to see. Imagine if I told him about my mom and dad. This look would be permanently etched on his face. 

I am not delicate. I'm not going to break any second. You can't break something that's already broken.

"Stop looking at me like that" I say and try to get up, but then I stumble and then fall back on the bed. 

"Like what?"

"Like I am going to break any second. I am not fragile. The boys in that bar obviously didn't think so."

"You were drunk and they just wanted to fuck, but you were to busy high on some cloud to realize."

"At least they didn't look at me like you do."

"And how do I look at you Bay?" Issac asks and lays down on the bed. I scoot over to him and lay myself on his chest.

"Like I am the only person in the room. Like I am going to break any minute.. Like I am goint to disappear any minute. No one has looked at me like that and it's scary because it's unpredictable."

After a moment, Issac says, "I have no idea what you are talking about."

Stop lying, i want to say.

But alcohol filled Bay does stupid things, especially like what am I do now. I get up and straddle Issac and his eyes widen in shock and confusion. 

"Bay-"

"Now tell me to my face that what I just said is a lie" I say and look straight into his eyes.

He just looks into my determined hazel eyes, but doesn't give an answer. Right as I was about to just get off of him and forget the whole thing, he grabs onto my waist and flips us around so he is on top of me. His hands on my waist and the tingles I am feeling where he is touching me is the only thing I can think about for a quick moment, but then I look into his eyes.

He looks at me with his eyes that are a stormy gray right now, "Fine you are right Bay. Happy? I feel like any minute you could just disappear because you push me away so much. And I am afraid that you will drown yourself in your darkness and I don't want to see a shattered Bay. I'm afraid to lose you Bay because I may be moving 10 steps ahead with you and then we move 15 back. I'm afraid Bay. That you will slip away. Okay?" he says and releases a breath.

I am lost for words. Something that has often happened whenever Issac gives me speeches like these that make my heart leap out of its chest and my stomach to burst into somersaults. 

Issac collapses onto the bed next to me and I look at the ceiling trying to find my words, but the only thing that manages to come out is "I'm sorry"

"Don't be sorry. It takes time to heal someone who is broken."

"What do you mean I am broken? I'm not broken."

Issac looks at me and says, "Bay you are talking to the guy who has had to deal with a broken father for the last 8 years. You are broken and I am trying to figure out what caused this to happen to you and how exactly to put the pieces of you back together but for now I will start with this."

Issac wraps his arm around my waist and brings me closer to him and spoons me. He holds me tightly and puts his head in the crook of my neck. His breaths from his nose sends shiver all around my body and for the first time all day, I feel safe. In his arms. In Issac Evan's arms. The arms of the guy who may save me from myself.

"Issac, are you staying with me the night?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes."

"Then I'm here. I always will be"