🌹Rose+Thorn🌹

19. Drunk

"My Dad's not gonna be home tonight, works keeping him. You want something to eat?" Estela asked as she reached into the kitchen cupboard for something to eat. I shook my head "No thanks but I'll let you know when I do." I replied.

She shrugged and jumped onto the couch, laying lazily infront of the TV. "Do you know when Monty was planning on comming back?" I questioned, looking out the window. "He usually comes home around eleven or something, goes straight to his room and passes out." She answered, smiling at me.

I got up from where I was sat and decided to wait in Montys room. I was anxious, I hated being at Monty's when he wasn't there. But I could tell Estela was enjoying her dad not being there. I got to Monty's room and took a deep breath through the nose, his room smelled amazing.

It smelled like him, vanilla,  coffee and a hint of BO but I absolutely loved it. I flopped onto his single bed, snaking my hands under the pillows and sniffing them too. I thought of all the memories we had in his room and on his bed, not all of them frisky.

Some memories were just laughter and smiles, we laughed together a lot. I remembered the few times we'd cried, Monty's tears were very rare and I never liked seeing him cry. His scent made me want to hug him even more than usual.
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Flashback
"Rose? Whats are you doing here? It's midnight babe." A sleepy and sad Montgomery told me as he pulled his window up so I could get in. I crawled into his room and he turned on his lamp, revealing his red eyes.

His eyes were glossy and there were wet patches on his pillow too. "You said you weren't feeling good." I replied, pulling him by his arms into a tight hug. He rested his head ontop of mine and he kissed my hair too.

"What's wrong Monty? Are you okay?" I asked, looking up at him. He pulled away and walked to his bed, sitting down and putting his head in his hands. I sat next to him and pulled his head into my chest. His body shook slightly as he cried more and more. That's when I noticed the bruises on his chest.

They weren't there the day before. I held him tight and gave him little kisses wherever I could, trying my best to comfort him and keep him safe.

Many people believe he is the one that always protects me, keeps me safe and treats me like a puppy. But that's not true. He's my baby. I've always seen through his tough act, known that he needs to cry more than anyone. And I was the only one he would cry infront of. It made me feel privileged, to get to see the full extent of his emotions because I was the one who was willing to tell him his emotions were completely valid.
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The small alarm clock on his desk showed that it was around 9pm and a yawn escaping my lips showed that I was tired. I only got a few hours sleep the night before so I owed it to myself to try to sleep tonight.

I climbed out of Monty's bed and quickly peeled off my top, my bra too after. I slipped on one of Monty's clean shirts and took off my sweatpants. I didn't bother putting my hair up in a fancy bun so I just tied it up and climbed into his bed again.

This time as soon as my head hit his pillow, I blacked out. My vision had disappeared and a woozy feeling took over my body, I soon realised I was sleeping.
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I was woken up by a loud crash, surrounded by darkness and followed by scuffling. Monty's bedroom window was wide open and I covered my arms due to the cold. I looked down to see Monty, laughing on the floor. "Hi honey, I'm home." He joked, looking up at me. I turned his lamp on and got out of bed, looking over at his clock. It was well past midnight, he was late. "What time do you call this?" I replied.

He slowly stood up, before almost falling back down again. I caught him and walked him over to his bed, sitting him down. "I'm sorry I woke you baby, you want a kiss?" He chuckled, leaning towards me. I crossed my arms and looked down at him.

"You're so drunk, Monty. I cannot fucking believe this." I snapped, walking to his closet to get him some clean clothes. "I'm not that drunk. Just give me a kiss!" He begged, whimpering like a sad dog.

I threw his clothes at him "Get changed, you stink." I simply told him. He tried getting his flannel shirt off but he was slow, he was really out of it too. I sighed and took his hands, climbing on the bed behind him to help take it off. "Arms up, Monty." I instructed.

"Wee!" He mumbled as he did so, making me giggle a little. I threw the shirt on the floor as I moved around to take his jeans off. I fell to my knees, unbuttoning them while noticing Montys little smirk.

"Get your head out of the gutter, I'm just taking your jeans off." I sighed, looking up at him. "I've heard that before." He smirked, putting a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. I shook my head and rolled my eyes, pushing him back before forcing the jeans off of him.

He climbed into his bed, patting the pillows and placing them how he wanted like a child. I sighed again, kicking his clothes into a pile in the corner of his small room. "I'm sorry." He whispered as I went to turn the lamp off. "It's fine Montgomery." I replied.

The room darkened as the lamp turned off but I still managed to get into his bed with him fine. "You only call me Montgomery when you're mad at me. I'm sorry baby." He repeated.

I faced him with an annoyed but sympathetic smile "What am I going to do with you? I love you, get some sleep." I said, kissing his forehead.
"I love you too." He whispered softly "You sure you don't want a kiss? I'm very good at those. I think I'm the best actually." He added.

"Go to sleep Monty."
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Thirty missed calls, twelve texts, four paragraphs and three voicemails. My mother was never that type of woman. But there she was, crying down the phone to me over a bottle of wine. Something about Carlos and how she doesn't know who his father is. I wasn't listening.

Monty was fast asleep next to me, his nostrils flaring up as he took deep breaths in. He snored too, not loudly though. His hair was a mess, all in his face and eyes. He looked sweet.

I took his hand in mine, bringing up to my face and kissing it. His hands were always bruised, wether he'd been punching things or not. His nuckles were pink and dark brown, contrasting colours that looked quite well together on his hand.

I climbed over him, walking out of his room and down his steep stairs. I searched through his cabinets until I found some asprin, for the headache I knew he was going to have. He's always the worst with hangovers, he wines like a baby.

I cleaned a cup and poured some cold water into it, carrying it carefully up the stairs- making sure not to spill even a drop. I pushed open Monty's bedroom door and sat the water with the asprin on his desk.

"Hey, asshole. Wake up." I snapped, kicking his bed. He groaned but didn't open his eyes. I frowned "Water, asprin, take it."

He still didn't budge. "I'll pour this all over you!" I shouted, making him sit up slowly. "Alright alright, I'm awake. I feel like crap." He stated, taking the water and pill. I let out a small chuckle "Well that sounds like a you problem."

He gave me a stern glare "Sorry mouthy, didn't know it was your time of the month" his words made me laugh, one of those stubborn angry laughs. "Mouthy? Please, you could have done so much better."

He rolled his eyes and grabbed my arm tightly, pulling me onto the bed. "Montgomery De La Cruz, if you ever-" I was silenced with a simple kiss and the boys hand around my neck. Pure bliss, and they were his lips.