Free Beneath Our Faults by Charity Ferrell Page B

two of us. What the fuck?
    "Shit!" A soft voice mumbled, tripping over my legs. I caught her before she stumbled down the stairs. Damnit, the last thing Lane needed was some drunk broad falling down the stairs and getting hurt.
    Grabbing her around her hips, I lifted her back up above the steps. "What the fuck! You're not even suppose to be up here," I growled.
    "Ss-sorry," she squeaked, stuttering. "I just really had to pee and apparently some girl named Monica was banging some guy named Peter downstairs and my bladder doesn't do too well when I've been drinking and," the girl continued to ramble, but there was something familiar in her voice.
    My grip lightened on her and she stumbled back a few steps until she was away from me. My mouth gaped when I finally took a good look at her. Daisy was staring at me, dressed in a tiny green dress that hugged every curve and high heels that still didn't bring her anywhere near my 6'3 height. Her jet colored hair was damp, with my beer dripping down from it onto the floor. She was also clearly wasted off her ass. No, I take that back. She was beyond wasted. The chick was completely inebriated.
    "Fuck, Daisy," I snapped, leveling my gaze on her. "Is this your first time drinking?" I stepped closer as she began to stumble around again.
    "Nooooo," she slurred. Her face crunched up and she giggled. "But it has been awhile."
    Leaning down, I grabbed my phone from the floor. Clutching onto her arms and leveling her wavering body, I dragged her tiny frame down the hallway until we reached the room I usually stayed in when I slept over. I brushed my fingers over the switch and the room's light flashed on. Shutting the door behind us, I warily set her down on the edge of the bed.
    "Uhhhh," she mumbled, nervously, glancing around the room.
    "Stay here," I demanded, walking into the adjoining bathroom. Dumping the rest of my beer into the sink, I rinsed the cup out before filling it back up with water while trying to keep my cool. I was going to rip Cora a new asshole when I found her.
    "You need to drink this," I instructed, walking back into the room and shoving the red cup her way. She hurriedly grabbed the cup in her tiny hands and chugged it until she started choking.
    "Whoa, easy there, killer," I chuckled, grabbing the cup before she ended up with more beer spilled all over her dress. She sent a glare my way, giving me the evil eye before collapsing back onto the bed.
    "God," she groaned. "Why does it always freaking hurt? I just want it to all go away. That's why I drank so much but of freaking course, it didn't work." Her arms crashed against the bed while she mumbled shit I couldn't make out. "Why did I get everything taken from me? I'm a decent person. I go to church regularly," she paused, smacking her palm against her forehead. "Okay, crap, sorry God. I go to church sometimes. Not as much as I should, but I swear to you I will try harder."
    I stifled back my laugher at her drunken rambles and sat down on the bed beside her but she wasn't done. "Then people like Piper," she hissed her name like it was poison hitting her tongue, "get to be all beautiful and rich then treat me like freaking shit when I didn't even want to come to this place!" Her voice grew louder and I peeked down at her body, sprawled out on top of the comforter. A few tears escaped and ran down her cheeks.
    She looked pained.
    Fuck.
    I hated dealing with drunken girls and I tried to steer clear of it the best I could. Sure, I went to parties and they were around, but I never dealt with them sober. I needed a few more drinks in me before I could handle situations like this, especially crying. Shit, I hated when chicks cried. But being around a whimpering Daisy was different. I didn’t want to run for the hills at the sight of her tears, I wanted to stop them. I wanted to erase all the bad shit that was running through her head.
    "Daisy," I whispered, leaning down to wipe away the hot tears with my index finger. My