INEBRIATED - Adam Sackler.

Chapter 10 - Love and Loss.

You and Adam had been walking back to his apartment, just returning back from the usual AA meeting. It was a regular Monday morning, sun shining and New York traffic bustling.

As the days passed, you became more and more anxious, fear thumping in your chest every time you saw someone who resembled your ex-boyfriend in the slightest. Ever since the morning he had called you, you had been on edge since then.

You found yourself panicking when you saw the back of a mans head with the same colour of hair, or if a man was wearing the same jacket your ex would.

You hadn't told Adam about the phone call. You lied and said it was someone from the hospital and he easily believed you. It was odd how everything was going great and horrible at the same time.

On one hand, your father was dying and now your crazy ex was after you. But on the other hand, you had Adam and you were happy for once, and your sober streak was building day by day.

But You felt like you were going insane.

"Why are you so frantic, kid?" He asks, stopping you in the middle of the sidewalk. He had worn an olive green t-shirt today, the same one he had worn when you first met him at AA.

You look around the street, looking for any sign of your ex boyfriend. It was like this every time you stepped outside. "W-What?" You asks, brows furrowed.

He reaches a hand out, forcing you to look at him in the eyes. He had sort of a pout on his lips, eyes searching you. "You're frantic, scared or something." He comments, brows pinched.

Your heart sank a little knowing you couldn't tell him the truth. Things were going so good and it would only fuck things up. You didn't want to burden him with the old ghosts from your past.

"I'm just...distracted." You lie, your gaze falling onto your shoes. You couldn't dare look into his eyes any longer, lying to him like you were.

He makes a small noise in the back of his throat, dropping his hand from your face. "Is it about your dad?" He asks.

No Adam, it's about my crazy ex who's now after me and inevitably stalking me and I'm too scared to tell you, you think.

"Yes." You lie again, sighing sharply.

He looks at you for a moment, biting the inside of his cheek. "Why don't we go to this party a friend is throwing tonight? Maybe take your mind of it. Please, kid?" He pleads.

"Oh, Adam, I don't know..." you hesitate, lips pressed into a thin line. You wanted him to be happy, but you weren't sure if a large party was the right thing to be going to.

You could tell he didn't like seeing you like this. You felt bad for hiding secrets from him like this, but it was his own good. The last thing you needed was to go to some party with drunk people and alcohol practically suffocating you.

But you wanted to make him feel better. You need to convince him everything was okay.

"Kid, it's just one party. If you want to leave when we get there, we can." He protests, trying to reassure you with a small sympathetic look.

"Alright." You agree, managing a weak smile. You couldn't help but swallow down the fear swelling in your throat like a large rock.

  

   You weren't sure who was throwing the party, but it was big.

   It was thrown in some half-abandoned factory, packed shoulder to shoulder with people from New York.
The air smelt heavily of sweat, alcohol, and weed. It smelt like home, but in the worst way possible.