9. chapter 11
When I got back with Leara and Evaleen it was noon and Mrs.Thomas was at work so i made them lunch. I sat Evaleen in her high chair and Leara sat in a chair across from her at the table. I got Leara her drawings Evaleen one of her toys to keep them busy while i made them lunch. I made them mac and cheese and chicken fingers. I made sure to cut up the chicken fingers for Evaleen and then had some myself.
After they ate I turned on the t.v. for them in the living room. They both sat and played with their toys while I cleaned up. I sat curled up with snowball and domino keeping an eye on them. At two I took Evaleen and Leara to there rooms for a nap and went back downstairs. I flipped through the channels searching for something to watch finally settling on cartoons. An hour later the front door open and Marx Stiver and Marci came running in. I let out a scream as they all fell on me at once. Crushing me into the couch. They quickly got off sitting down next to me.
"How are you feeling" Marci asks motioning to the scar on my face.
"I'm better now. I slept for the first time in a long time so I feel more awake" I say and they relax slightly.
"You should have told us what was going on. We are your friends we are here for you whenever you need us you shouldnt have gone through it on your own" Stiver says tears in his eyes. I reach over and wipe them away.
"I know I just didnt want you to worry" I say watching them shake their heads.
"thats not your decision to make. If we want to help you we will no matter what you say" Stiver says his voice raising slightly. I flinch and his face softens and he takes my hand.
"We just care about you okay. We love you and we cant lose you. Not like that. Please dont keep anything from us anymore tell us everything so we can help you through it" Stiver says taking my hand. Marci takes my other and Marx sits on the table in front of me placing his hand on my knee. I looked at each of them taking in their worry and their caring gazes. Theylook at me nodding their heads in encouragement and I know that I can tell them.
I take a deep breath before telling them everything. Every detail of everything I can remember. From the first day they had started drinking to last night. I watched their faces as they cried with me as they got sad and then mad. They held onto me tightly as I went on almost as if they were afraid to let go. Almost like they might lose me.