Trashed

*Willow*

I felt horrible that I had to leave early.

I wouldn’t have, but Nathaniel being drunk enough to pass out was a pretty bad thing considering the genes he had. As Scarlett, Scott, and Gerald told him, addiction was in his blood.

Scarlett drank, but always knew her limit and Gerald only drank wine and would never drink more than a bottle. Everyone in their family was so cautious.

Nathaniel never really had been. I swear he thought he was immune to it or something.

“Thank you,” I told the driver before hurrying out of the car.

Nathaniel and Shauna were sitting on the curb. He kind of sounded like he was dry heaving.

“Oh Willow, you’re here!” Shauna got up.

“You called Willow?” Nathaniel slurred. “No…she doesn’t give a fuck about me.”

“Nathaniel, how many drinks did you have?” I asked.

“Only like nine.”

“You only had seven at the bar,” Shauna pointed out.

“I had two before. Just a little pregamey game.”

“Oh my god.” I whispered. “Get up Nathaniel.”

“Everything is spinning, Wil