Hey all,

So, embarrassing but true story. I went out clubbing with some friends for her birthday and I ended up getting extremely drunk, which is the first time that has ever happened to me. I'm 23 and I've always been responsible when I drink and have never ever had this happen to me. Needless to say, I was so plastered, I threw up everywhere (including on my best friends face), threw up 3 times in the club and got kicked out, passed out on the concrete and almost hit my head on the pavement (her boyfriend caught me in time), and the police almost called the ambulance because I was throwing up again outside (this happened twice). And luckily, my friends called my mom and got me home.

It has been a week and I am still pretty sickly from the experience.

It was not funny nor was it fun. It was scary and I can't imagine what would have happened had my best friend not showed up when she did. She is my rock and she took amazing care of me and still loves me.

I wrote this chapter because I just can't believe how lucky I am and I really wanted to write about my experience. Let's face it, writers gonna write!

I'm not saying don't drink, what I am saying is don't do what I did and don't do what Callie is about to do.

Hanson was looking all over for Callie. Nick had called and asked him if he'd seen her anywhere. Hanson got worried and grabbed Holly and Roddy to go out looking for her.

He'd been texting her like crazy when finally she called him.

He thought it was weird that she was calling him when she couldn't even talk.

"Hello?" the voice asked loudly.

Hanson could hear a bunch of background noise.

"Who is this?" he asked.

"Is this Hanson?"

"Yeah, who is this?" he repeated.

"I'm Gretchen; I'm a friend of Callie's from her school. She asked me to call you."

"Where is she?" he asked.

"We're at a party with some friends from school. It's a little crazy here. Callie needs to go home, but she told me to call you."

"Where are you?"

"156 Park Meadows Lane."

"On it."

He drove them all to a nice looking house. Hanson got out and noticed empty beer cans and bottles all over the lawn and heard some loud music and crazy kids yelling inside.

"What the hell is Callie doing here?" Roddy asked.

They all went inside. It was a jungle. Hanson didn't see a single sober teenager.

He had a mind to call the party quits and call in for back up but decided to find Callie first. She might be scared.

He looked around and finally noticed Callie was leaning into the wall, her eyes half closed.

"Callie?" he asked.

She saw him and brightened, leaning into him and practically falling to the ground.

"Whoa!" Hanson said, catching her, "Callie? You okay?"

"FINE" she signed sloppily and giggled.

"Okay, let's sit down, guys go get water!" he asked them.

Roddy went to grab it while Hanson and Holly dragged Callie to the couch. She immediately lay down, but Hanson didn't want her passing out on him.

"Callie can you hear me?" he asked, grabbing her face.

Roddy came in with water and Hanson pulled Callie into his lap to keep her from lying down.

Holly got in front of her and tapped her face lightly and all three helped her drink her water.

She choked and spat, the water going all down her front.

Suddenly, she vomited all over Holly's face and into her mouth.

Holly coughed and spat out the vomit.

"Did she just…" Roddy asked, stunned.

Holly closed her eyes a moment and nodded, "Yep."

"We need to get her out of here." Hanson said, trying to get her up, "Help me with her, she's dead weight!"

As soon as they stood her up, she vomited again, this time on Hanson's arm.

They all three dragged her outside and she suddenly collapsed onto the pavement. Hanson practically screamed. Had Roddy not caught her head, she would have split her head open.

All three worked a sweat dragging her to the car.

They finally got her in the car and opened the door, so she could lean out and vomit. Roddy leaned down by her to try and get her to drink when she vomited all over his shirt.

"She's completely wasted dude, I think we need to go to the hospital…" he said.

"No, she's getting it out of her system; we'll give her water and take her back to the apartment. If she's getting worse then we'll take her in." Hanson said, though to admit, he was very worried.

He finally called the police to come and end the party and got in the truck to drive away.

Roddy and Holly held her up in the back seat and kept a bag handy.

They got to the apartment and all three practically carried her inside.

"Let's get her to the couch." Hanson said.

They put her down on it and Holly ran to grab some of her extra clothes she and Callie kept handy.

They all undressed her and put her in sweats and a t-shirt. It took nearly twenty minutes.

Roddy ran to grab some more water and they all helped her drink it.

She was awake, but obviously very sick. She threw up in the sick bucket nearly three more times.

All three went and changed clothes and came back to check on her. She was breathing and was fine, but she was finally sleeping.

"She'll feel it in the morning." Roddy said, sighing.

Hanson got a cold washcloth and put it on her neck and head.

"Thanks for helping you guys." He said.

"That's what friends are for." Holly said, smiling.

Roddy patted her tummy, "At least I don't have to worry about this one drinking. She's not allowed." He laughed.

She grinned at him.

Roddy and Holly finally found a seat together on the love seat and cuddled for a while. Hanson let Callie's head rest in his lap.

She suddenly put her hands up and signed, "MOM LEAVE WANT. SCARED. TAKE ME TAKE RAINIE AWAY. DAD SAD."

Hanson finally understood. She'd gone to the party to escape what was happening at home. Juliette was planning to leave with the girls. He felt so sad for Callie and Rainie.

He kissed her forehead, "You still have me, let's just try not to drink our problems to death next time." He said.

She nodded and groaned inwardly, finally falling asleep.

Hanson looked toward his sleeping friends and felt lucky. Lucky that through it all, they seemed to come through it okay.

He couldn't help but feel scared. What if no one had found Callie? What if the police had come and taken her to the hospital? What if someone had hurt her?

The possibilities and what-if's were endless and frightening. He rubbed her head and decided that it was best to just live and learn. You couldn't go through life always wondering what would have happened. But you could try to prevent it from happening later.

He sighed and finally fell asleep.