She returned my hug but I didn't feel that I deserved it at all. I did deserve her yelling at me but in a differnt way since she wasn't made yelling at me. I couldn't even think straight and I was starting to feel a bit sick. Brooke grabbed my hand and pulled me outside which the cool air made me feel a bit better. Still by the time we got home I was no less sober and still feeling like shit.<br/><br/>When the door opened I stumbled over to the couch and hid my face against the cusions. I know I looked pathetic laying there like that but i did not care at that moment. Brooke must hate me so much and I ruined everything by not finding a way to stop Kim. I wanted to cry again but I refused to do that again in front of Brooke. I heard my mom come out of her room and she yelled at me but I was not really listening. In the end she started to cry and all I could do was say I was sorry. She finally had to go to work though so I was left alone, drunk, with Brooke...