Rosalie Montebello (4)

***The picture is of ANGELO =) ***

It is now 6 o'clock. The caterer has just arrived with the delicious food and I am starving! The guests are just starting to arrive a little at a time. I want to eat while the food is still hot. I can smell the baked ziti from yards away. Mm. Yummy

"Is that my girl Rosie? Hey you" says one of many of my brother's annoying friends as he kisses me hello

I cannot stand some of these people, however that kid was cool. He doesn't bother me. Usually he would say hi and that's it. Other guys here will kiss me hello like he just did but then they will continue to talk to me and harass me throughout the night as they get more intoxicated until they finally ask me to hook up with them and I decline and they proceed to try to chalk me. That's when Angelo, Christina, or almost always Joey steps in. Yes, this is the life of a pretty girl. Even though I am pretty I am not a bitch and I am not easy. I am not a slut like some of the girls at my house right now who would do it with anyone or pretty much anything. They disgust me because they are all fake and annoying. They talk in their high pitch girly voices and have no morals whatsoever. At least I have values and morals that I do hold true to or else I would be bagging every guy here just like they do. I am NOT like that

"So it is going good girl. Here eat something and have a beer. Let loose Rosalie" says Christina as she hands me a plate of pasta and chicken and of course a Budweiser to wash it all down.

I think I need to drink tonight. I usually don't get too drunk and I usually only have one or two beers the most when I drink. I just have so much on my mind right now I want to forget everything. I need to forget.
I finish my food and chug down the beer.

Angelo walks past me and I say to him "Angelo I need a drink, what else do we have?"

"Come play pong outside. Come on you can be on my team. Everyone knows how good the Montebello siblings are. I'll meet you out there" he says

Sure why not! I am going to win me some rounds of beer pong.
Joey sees me outside and says to me "Rosalie, what are you doing? You are playing?"

"I need to forget Joey. I need to forget about everything please just let me do this"

"Ok but don't get sick. If you need me I will be inside ok" he says

I nod and say "I will be back inside when I am done playing"

"Kick butt Rosie" he says and walks back in the house

So five games, two hours, and four bathroom trips later I am sitting in my bedroom feeling like shit. I didn't throw up or anything yet but my head hurts and my stomach is killing me. Ugh I knew I shouldn't have had anything to drink.
I decide to text Joey. He is probably the only one somewhat sober right now. I hope

'Joey I need you' I send the message
'Where u at'
'My room'
'Be there in five!'

About five minutes later Joey walks into my bedroom and finds me lying on my stomach in pain. Ugh this sucks so much

"Oh Rosie, what did you do?" says Joey as he comes over to my bedside

"I feel like I am dying. I drank way too much" I say starting to slur some words

"Did you puke?"

"No but I feel like I need to. It will definitely make me feel better" I moan

"Come on try to get up. Let's get you to the bathroom"

"No I can't even move right now. I feel so bad"

"Why do you feel bad?" he asks

"You can't even enjoy your own welcome home party. Instead you have to take care of my drunken ass because I am so stupid" I tell him

"No, don't even say that. You need someone right now plus I would much rather be here with you anyway than down there with a bunch of wasted animals"

"I am one of those wasted animals" I say and that makes him laugh

"Come on. Please try to get up and go into the bathroom. You need to get some of it out. Go in there and I will go get you some water and bread. You need food in your stomach" he says

"Ok. " I stand up and have to lean on Joey because my head is spinning. I cannot even walk a straight line. What is my problem? Why did I drink?

I sit on the bathroom floor next to the bowl. Joey goes downstairs to get my water and bread. While he is gone I do it. I vomit in the toilet. It wasn't very much but already I feel it helping.

"Ok I got you this water, drink it" says Joey as he comes back into the bathroom

"Are you sure its water?" I say as I smell it

Joey laughs and says "Yes it was an unopened bottle. Did you throw up?"

"Yeah, sorry it probably smells in here and I probably smell. You can wait in my room if you want. I know its gross" I say

"Don't worry about it I am used to it, trust me"

"I am sorry, I am a complete mess" I tell him

"At least you're a hot mess" he tells me and a huge grin spreads across my face

I feel it coming up again. I lean over the bowl and puke my brains out. Joey holds my hair back and he holds my forehead so it doesn't hurt while I am heaving up liquids and food.
After about a half hour more of throwing up and eating and drinking water I finally decided to shower and put on my pajamas. It made me feel a little better.

Joey is lying in my bed with me. We are watching TV. I am so tired and it has been such a long day.

"Are you going home tonight?" I ask him

"Only if you are ok, I don't want to leave you by yourself" he says and my heart melts

"It's ok I will be fine, I will" I whisper

"I'll see. Did you talk to your parents?" he asks

"Not since this morning when I said goodbye to them. No" I say

"You sound really exhausted. Get some sleep ok I am going to go downstairs to make sure everyone leaves soon. I will go home to sleep my family wants to see me still. I will see you tomorrow. And remember Sunday, dinner at my house"

"Ok thank you so much for everything Joey. I owe you"

"It was my pleasure. Feel better kiddo" he says and kisses my head. Then he leaves and I drift into a much-needed sleep.

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