When I woke up the next morning, my head was spinning and I threw up everything in my stomach. Drake held my hair and rubbed my back while I threw up, I tried to push him out but he didn't want to leave and I needed to throw up again so I just ignored him. I am done but I just don't have the strength to stand up from the toilet seat my father walks into the room.
“Esme?” he calls.
“In here Daddy” I answer him but my voice is hoarse and weak.
“I will just wait here until you have finished”
“I think she is done sir” Drake says with his cold voice.
Before Drake even finished Dad came running into the bathroom, he looks from me on the floor to Drake standing by the sink. Then he looks back at me, his eyes soften and he smiles a little at me.
“Honey you should not drink like this, y
