Dart and Dash - Mary Smith Page 0,50

my boyfriend. I needed to get them to re-focus on their lives, even if it was without Dart.

It was ironic, because no one had been able to tell me anything when Mom died, and here I was, preaching the same shit people told me.

I rubbed my temples. I knew that there was a long road ahead of all three of us. Even though, I was forcing myself to go to class, all I thought about was Dash and Daisy. I couldn’t get either one of them to talk to me except for a few sentences.

I knew one thing; Daisy couldn’t sleep here. If she woke up here, it would push her further into the drinking mode that she was stuck in. I took a deep breath and started pulling her out of the bed.

Unlike tugging on Dash, Daisy was a bit easier. I threw her around my shoulder, and kept telling her to walk. The stairs were the biggest challenge, but somehow we made it, and back to our house.

There was no way in hell I was going to get her to her bedroom. So I laid her on the couch. I retrieved a bucket and put it next to her. I got a washcloth, and I wiped her face with the cool, soothing water. Her face and nose were red from the tears she had cried. She hadn’t worn makeup since the day of the accident.

I stared at my big sister. It was hard to see her this way, but it was even harder realizing how she felt when she’d tried to help me.

This was going to be a very long road.

~~

When I woke up the next morning I put toast, a bottle of water, and some aspirin on the coffee table, and headed over to Dash’s house to check on him.

He was still on the floor in the same position he was when I left him last night. I kneeled next to him, softly stroking his cheek and jaw. Usually Dash had a sweet woodsy smell about him. Now it was masked from the stench of alcohol and not showering.

I did the same thing for him that I’d done for Daisy. I put everything in front of him and headed to campus.

Classes dragged by, and my worry for Dart and Daisy grew. My fear was they’d get alcohol poisoning or something worse. I did my best to push it out of my mind. I shook my head of all those thoughts. I hoped that they would see what they were doing.

I headed to my house first to drop off my books. When I walked into the house, I noticed that Daisy wasn’t on the couch, and I heard movement in the kitchen. Actually, I heard a lot of slamming from the direction.

“Where’s the fucking alcohol?” Daisy was yelling into each cabinet, as she opened and shut them.

“There isn’t any.” I informed her. I knew to get rid of it all when she was passed out.

“Fuck. You have no right, Garnet.” Daisy screamed at me.

“I have every right.” I kept my voice calm. “You’re going to die if you keep drinking like that.”

“Good, then this pain will go away.”

“Daisy,” I saw the tears streaming down her face.

“Shut up. You don’t know what I’m going through. I should have been with him. He asked me to go, but I didn’t because of some stupid fucking homework.”

She was yelling so loud, it was making my ears ring, but I didn’t make a move toward her, or say anything.

“Do you know what it’s like to lose your soul mate? I lost my whole world. I can’t even breathe without him. He was mine. He was everything to me. I was going to marry him. Our lives were just beginning.”

Daisy fell to her knees, sobbing. I went to her, wrapping my arms around her. She clung to my shirt, and I tried to soothe her, as much as I could.

“What am I going to do?” Daisy asked over and over.

I continued to rock her, holding her tightly. I wanted to tell her it was going to be okay, but I hadn’t wanted to hear that shit when Mom died, and I knew that Daisy didn’t either.

“Hey,” I pulled away, only a little bit. “Why don’t you take a shower? I’ll make us some soup and check on Dash. How does that sound?”

Daisy didn’t make a move.

“Come on,” I helped her stand up. “Take a shower, and then we’ll eat. Okay?”

She gave a slight