12 - lost control

Morgana Foster

We arrived at the apartment. Bethany came down to help me lead Elliot to the bedroom. She was wearing funny pajama bottoms from the bananas in pajamas we bought at a thrift store. It was really fun when we used them together. Her incredulous expression, seeing Elliot's condition, turned funny as she got closer.

“Oh, My God!”, She said, supporting his arm on her shoulders, ''How much did he drink?''

“About five bottles of wine.”, I said, supporting the other arm and walking to the elevator, “He got into a silly alcohol dispute with Ryan.”

“Oh, no!” She wobbled a little under his weight. “Did you meet Ryan on your date with Elliot?”

“Not only him, Elena was there too!” I used my support body for her to get up, and we continued walking, “Elliot suggested some help. We pretended to be on a romantic date, but everything went downhill quickly because of Ryan's jealousy and desire for control!”

“It had to be the bloody paper husband!”

“I know you don't like him very muc