"nope no walls becca kay."

"MY GOD BECCA KAY!"

My Nana paced my Uncles floor, as I sat on his couch, looking down.

When i took those shots, i didn't think of the repercussions, but now, i had hell to pay from my Nana and My uncle.

My Papa was pissed, but understood considering my mama did the same thing at my age. I guess that's where I got my hell raising from.

"What the hell were you thinking?"She hisses, and Uncle chris growls, "She wasn't."

"Stop bashing her for one second!"Papa stopped them, as my eyes drifted towards the floor, with tears pooling in my eyes.

'don't cry' i thought, shaking the tears out of my eyes.

Nobody had been this pissed at me since my mama found a vape in my bedroom last year, and wouldn't talk to me for a few hours.

It might seem like nothing to other people, but to me it hurt like hell being in a fight with my mom because it was like being in a fight with your best friend. She was my best friend.

"Why the hell would you go out drinking Becca?"My nana sighed, trying to get her temper under control.

"I wanted some sleep."My voice cracked, as I took a deep breath, "I thought if i had some shots It would help me sleep. I had before, so I thought i would try it again."

"We can get you some sleeping pills becca—"I cut my papa off shaking my head "No."

"I want one night where I don't wake up screaming, or one night where I'm not up until five am wondering when she's gonna come home."I explained, "At least with the alcohol i can see her face, and i can hear her voice."

"Becca.."Nana trailed off and I shook my head, "forget it."

"I've been read my rights, I'll pay the price for what i did. just forget it."My voice cracked once more, before i walked upstairs, and slammed my door.

I walked over to my desk, finding a photo of mama and I from a Redsox game we went to on Marathon monday.

Her auburn hair was in a high ponytail, with sunglasses covering her blue eyes.

I could remember that day so clearly. We had third baseline seats, front row too. Tickets that she won from work, and surprised me with them that morning.

We both had on Andrew Benintendi jersey's, and ended up talking to him. That was one of the best days of my life. Now it was all gone, and I wouldn't ever be able to talk to her again.

a few tears slipped down my cheeks, which i quickly wiped away, but it was no use.

they kept coming, and the more i looked at the photo, the more it made me want to go back.

a broken sob broke from my lips, and soon my body shook with sobs. She wasn't coming back, She wasn't going to talk again.

She was gone, she was dead, and she wasn't coming back.

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PRESTON RAY

WALKING UP THE STAIRS OF CHRIS'S HOUSE,,

I heard the base of kick it in the sticks blasting, and as i walked towards becca's room it got louder and louder.

as i opened the door, i found becca's back turned to me, looking out the bay window she had in her room.

The bed dipped as I laid down, putting my chin on her shoulder, reaching for her phone to turn down the music.

After a few minutes of the two of us sitting in silence besides the mix of brantley and maren morris she had on, i broke the silence, tugging her closer to my chest, "talk becca."

she shook her head, biting her lip as tears filled her green eyes, making me sign, before i turned her to face me.

"talk to me becca. don't put up those walls that you put up all those months ago when you came back."I demanded, and she bit her lip even more trying to keep her tears at bay.

her eyes were red, and she had to have been crying throughout the day. she looked exhausted to say the least, the deep bags under her eyes told that she hadn't slept.

"they hate me."her lip quivered as a few tears slipped down her cheeks, "they hate me because of the other night."

"Who hates you princess?"I mumbled, furrowing my eyebrows of why someone would hate her.

"Nana, Papa, and Uncle chris."Her voice cracked, and i sighed, before starting to toy with the ends of her hair.

Chris had told me they had somewhat of a blow out last night when I talked to him. Said that Him and Ms.Kim laid into her like no tomorrow about the drinking.

"They don't hate you."I mumbled, as i could feel a few tears seep into my shirt, "hell becca they could never hate you. They were just mad. Hell Mama laid into me, and chucked a spoon at my head."

I heard a broken laugh come from her, making me smile, "But you know what? She loves me, she doesn't hate me, She understands because she did the same thing with your mama, and your uncle when they were out age"

She looked back up at me, with a small smile on her face, and I frowned noticing the bags under her eyes again.

"you didn't go to sleep did you?"i asked, and she shook her head, "i couldn't stop thinking about last night."

a sigh escaped my lips, before i hugged her tightly, kissing the top of her head.

"try to get some sleep becca."