Does anyone ever just look at something so revolting that they just want to barf and then turn around so fast that you'll vomit again. Yeah, that's what this party felt like to me. I've never liked parties per say I mean I liked a party with like 20-30 people but this was like in the hundreds and I was semi-freaking out.

Plus I lost Bobby the first minute that I got there. What a perfect brother I have there. Eh, I got two others so one not turning out was kind of bound to happen sometime. Even though Talon and Taylor have quite a few loose screws as well.

I sighed and pulled my dress down awkwardly feeling uncomfortable with the grinding and the alcohol that had tainted everyone's breath and it was barely eleven. I cringed when Tiffany walked up to me and hugged me drunkenly. "Hey becs," she slurred.

I sighed and picked her up and then found a bed that wasn't... Occupied. Yeah, that was just plain on gross I mean have some common curtsy for the people that are living here. Well I suppose it was actually there fault for throwing a party at there house. I quietly pulled the charcoal grey duvet and the black sheets back and I nestled Tiffany into the covers.

I covered her with the blankets and she murmured something incoherent and then grabbed the blankets and snuggled into them still muttering to herself about something that I couldn't even understand from her drunken state. I then realized that Will was the one who brought her here and got her drunk. Oh he was dead.

I softly closed the door of the bedroom and marched down the stairs looking for Will. I had asked several people by the time I got down the stairs and I finally spotted him with some other people around him and he was playing beer-pong.

I snarled at him and he could feel my hard glare on the back of his head as he turned around and faces me with a fear-stricken expression on his face. I knew that he wasn't completely drunk so he did have some common sense but at least he didn't run because that would not have ended well for him.

I marched up to him emanating more strength and rage with every single step. Tiffany had a hard time at home and something could have happened to her! He could have let something happens to her and she could have done something that she would have regretted and he still took her to this party and didn't fucking look after her!

How could he.

I finally stood in front of him and I did the first thing that came to my mind. So I slapped him.

You see I tried not to resort to physical violence and I didn't quite remember how my hand had went up to his cheek but suddenly it was there. Not my fault, totally not my fault.

"You let Tiffany out of your sight and she was drunk out of her mind. What would have happened if she decided to drive home because she was tired, Huh?" I asked in a menacing voice.

He cowered into the corner of the room. "Hey you bastard just because I'm a girl doesn't mean that I and fight. Don't be a coward," I said tauntingly.

You see Tiffany had a really troubling past and I couldn't get her getting hurt again and I had to make sure that this guy could take after her. So far he wasn't doing a too exceptional job there.

"What's going on here?" I heard Chase's voice boom through the room.

I didn't even turn to him but continued glaring at Will. "He let Tiffany on her own at a party for almost two hours. She could have been hurt," I said protectively.

Tiffany was my sister and I couldn't let anything happen to her, well she wasn't technically my sister but she was the closest thing that I had to one.

Chase picked me up and threw me over his shoulder while I pounded on his back and shouted at him when James yelled at everyone to continue the party and went to help Will. I felt a tiny bit sorry but Tiffany had a past with alcohol and I couldn't let that happen again.

You see Tiffany's parents were completely awful to her, not physically but they treated her like she was a piece of shit. And at the age of sixteen she turned to the bottle to down her sorrows. She joined jujitsu to make sure that if they hurt her then she would at least have a fighting chance.

Her parents were arrested when I called the police after Tiffany called me and I heard her father threatening her with a gun. She had loved with her grandma ever since and she stopped drinking alcohol until tonight when she was drunk off of her mind. That was why I was so upset, I thought that she could go back to her old ways and that scared me so much.

Now you see why I was so pissed. Chase finally put me down and he looked at me with disgust. "How could you do that to Will? He just let Tiffany have some Fucking fun you didn't have to be all crazy," he yelled at me.

I was almost in tears. Of all people I didn't think that Chase would tell at me. But I took some breaths and blinked rapidly to keep the tears at bay.

"I have a good reason for what I did," I replied, my voice devoid of emotion.

That's what I did when I was too mad or upset or sad, I bottled it all up and kept it inside. No one should no how much I was hurting. I was like a soldier.

"And what's that?," he snapped harshly.

"She was addicted to alcohol before when her parents emotionally abused her. They got arrested and she hasn't drunk since. And she was drunk off of her ass and a drunk Tiffany is not good because it leads to a suicidal and dangerous Tiffany. So sorry for over reacting," I replied monotonously and then stormed out of the room before I could punch him.

I would have if I hadn't and if he knows what's good for him then I really don't think that he should be following me. I walked down the twisted hallways until I reached Tiffany's room.

She was doing ballet like a toddler and then she turned to me and smiled, "DO BALLET WITH ME BECKY!"

She grabbed my hands and started twirling me around the semi-spacious room. I laughed when she puffed her chest out and lowered her voice to be all masculine.

So this was stage one of drunk Tiffany. There were six stages.

One: Happy off her mind.

Two; angry.

Three: overdramatic.

Four: sad.

Five: suicidal and memories.

Six; dead to the world.

I had to endure this every time that she would get drunk and let me tell you something, stage five sucked so much and I usually cried wen she re-uncounted some of her memories.

I grabbed the phone and called Bobby. But there was no answer. He was probably fast asleep on the lawn of the house right now.

Ha, lightweight.

I snorted at my thought and then grabbed Tiffany but she pulled back and she crossed her arms defiantly and I sighed. Oh great, stage two is kicking in.

Angry.

"I ain't going no where until I get Will," she pouted.

I knew there was no use fighting her at stage two so I called Chase. I knew that he would know where Will is.

"Hey Chase," I said.

"Becca. Becca Oh my god are you okay I'm so so sorry but-" he spoke frantically.

"I need to find Will. Tiffany would stop whining for him," I said in slight amusement.

He sighed, "I'll bring him up."

"Okay," I spoke softly.

I could almost here his smile from the other side of the phone, "Okay."

With that I hung up and turned towards Tiffany who was still huffing.

"Wills coming right now," I said in an almost baby talk.

She let out a small smile at this and then she quickly put her lips back together and narrowed her eyes in a cute and playful way. I laughed at this and she almost did too but the door opened and Will and Chase came in looking frantic.

Will ran up to Tiffany and hugged her then twirled her around. She still looked angry and I laughed at Wills expression when he saw her face.

"She's an angry drunk?" He guessed.

"Don't think that I'm not mad at you for getting her drunk," I said pointedly, "But there are six stages of drunk Tiffany."

Will and Chase looked over at me and I shrugged, "This is not the only time I've had to help her go through the stages."

Will looked over at Tiffany and she was slowly slipping into stage 3. Oh god I do say that this was my favourite stage of drunk Tiffany. The others were semi but every time I was with her she would pretend to be Rose from titanic and made me be Jack and she would just be so overdramatic.

Plus this stage lasted the longest.

"Somebody get the popcorn," I said with a snort.

Chase looked over at me in bewilderment. I was seated on the bed, sitting Indian style and was looking like I was ready to watch a funny movie. I guess that was kind of true. I mean I didn't like the stages after this but I liked the first three.

Finally Tiffany started the overdramatic stage and she said the line that she was famous for in my dictionary. "BECCA COME HERE!" She yelled and out her arms up, "YOU'LL BE JACK AND I'LL BE ROSE!"

The guys bursted out laughing but I knew I would have to wrap my arms around her so I got off of the bed and came behind her then wrapped my arms around her. I knew I would be doing this for stage four and stage five. On stage five I couldn't let her go, afraid that she would do something rash like jump out of the window.

It took exactly 25 minutes and 37 seconds for her to go to being sad. She wouldn't talk and she would just cry during this stage and I knew that as soon as this stage would come that she would bawl her eyes out so I grabbed her put her face in my shoulder.

The guys looked at her in alarm.

I sighed and soothed her by petting her hair and whispering to her.

Finally I decided to tell the guys the stages so they would freak out.

"Okay," I said to the boys who were sitting on the bed, "As I said there are six stages. One is extremely happy. Two is angry. Three is overdramatic. Four is sad. Five is memories and... Suicidal. Six is asleep."

Will looked furious, "Suicidal... MEMORIES?"

"Her parents treated her like shit. She was emotionally abused and she turned to alcohol for coping. Her parents got arrested and she stopped drinking... Until now. Which was why I was so pissed off. This isn't the only time that I've done this," I said softly.

He looked at me and his eyes were broken. He looked so ashamed of himself. "Hey, hey. It wasn't your fault, you didn't know. You didn't know," I spoke to him, "Your here now and that's all that matters to her."

"Becca?" Tiffany asked hoarsely.

I cringed. I didn't want her to talk because that meant that she was going to tell me one of her horrible memories and I would start crying, like I always did when she got drunk.

I still replied though, "Yeah tiff?"

"I was coming home one night. I was late by two minutes past my curfew because I was out with you and you didn't know about them being like that yet. They hit me. I know that I said that they didn't but they punched and kicked me and then they broke my grandmas vase over my head. I was late by two minutes and they almost killed me Bec. Maybe I was worth killing," she said with a far off look to her eyes.

"Don't you dare say that," I demanded with tears in my eyes.

"I'm so worthless my own parents couldn't love me!" She yelled.

"YOU HAVE ME! YOU HAVE WILL! YOU HAVE KEITH! YOU HAVE BOBBY AND TALON AND TAYLOR! WE LOVE YOU AND IT DOESNT MATTER IF THEY DONT BECAUSE THEY DONT DESERVE YOUR LOVE!" I screamed back.

Bye the time I was finished she was dead asleep and I was holding her on the charcoal grey carpet that was splattered with our tears. I yelled in frustration. I took her off of me and pulled my hair.

"Becca calm down," Chase said.

Both Chase and Will looked like they saw a ghost but Will quickly snapped out his trance and bounded over to Tiffany and he stroked her face softly.

"I'm so sorry," I heard Will whisper to her repeatedly.

And that's how I knew that he was going to be good for her. Will messed up and I knew something was up with his past but don't we all have something messed up with our past.

I looked at Chase and tried smiling but I was just too exhausted to do so. He smiled back at me and then looked at me.

"I'm so sorry for yelling at you. I was just scared. I am so sorry," he spoke sincerely.

I fell back on the bed and looked at the manilla coloured roof and dangled my feet off of the bed.

Why was I never the one who got to get drunk and didn't have to look after someone? I mean most people have gotten drunk at my age but I've only ever drunk one glass of wine or a can of beer.

I guess I wasn't like most other teenagers, but on the other hand who is?

(A/N NO SHE IS NOT SUICIDAL SHE JUST WANTS TO HAVE FUN SO DONT WORRY! ILL BE POSTING WITH THE NEXT CHAPTER ON DECEMBER 12TH... MY BIRTHDAY BECAUSE I WANTED TO GIVE YOU A PRESENT TOO. LOL ILL POST AT LEAST THREE TIMES BETWEEN HERE AND CHRISTMAS SO STAY TUNNED)

(OH AND 500 READS? I LITERALLY FELL FROM MY CHAIR IN THE MIDDLE OF SCIENCE CLASS WHEN I SAW THAT. THANK YOU SO MUCH. THANK YOU SO MUCH MY FLUFFY MARSHMELLOWS)