Ok. So we found Mom and Dad's alcohol and (of course) got some out and drank. We did a mix of talking and drinking for the next few hours. During that time (when we were all completely hammered) Patrick asked me,
"So why did you try to kill yourself?"
"I don't know," I responded shakily after having way too much to drink, "I just couldn't take any more crap from Dad. I mean ever since we were little he looked down on me. You were the "perfect child" and never did anything wrong. But I was the mistake. He always told me, 'Why can't you be more like Patrick!' or 'Patrick get all A's and what do you get? B's! You're never gonna get to college with shitty grades like that!' or ever sometimes 'Patrick was the perfect child, always got good grades, always did as he was told. And you, you were just a mistake' eventually you get tired of getting treated like shit by your own dad."
"Yeah...", Pat says, "Well'p I'm goin' to bed. Night."
"Night" Pete and I say.
Pat goes upstairs. We hear him close his door.
"So..." Pete says.
"So..?" I ask.
"How many boyfriends you had before me?" He asks.
"Pete you've known me almost my whole life. Whaddya think?" I say sarcastically.
"Ok. That means you're a virgin."
"Yeah...so are you"
"You wanna..."
"Ok!"
We both jump up and run up to my room. We close and lock the door. Then we sit down on my bed. I take off his shirt. All those muscles... I thought. We start making out as he takes off my shirt and unhooks my bra...