Un- Sober

Ah, Hell.

Mel POV

A car is here!
Thank fucking god.

He isn't in some gutter somewhere and I haven't received any phone calls or texts about him so this must be him, I hurry to the front door.

Fuck, he can hardly walk, double fuck, who's with him? I rip the front door open and hurry towards him.

He looks up at me, pupils completely blown and I can smell him from the doorway. "Melony!" He says my name as if he's surprised or something that I'm here.

"What the fuck is this? Who the fuck are you??" I'm immediately distressed as I poke a finger at some guy whilst trying to collect Xander who seems to be falling asleep already, I need to know what he's had and how much.

Do I need to call 911?

"Names Greg, old buddies. A bit of blow and a lot of booze. I'll help you get him in!" Well at least he's honest. I still dislike him for allowing Xander to get into this condition in the first place but I need his help getting Xander into the house before I rip him a new one, and I will!

We trip, stumble and fumble our way into the house, Greg kicks the door shut with his foot. I'm on Xander's left side, holding any bit of him upright that I can, Greg is taking the majority of the weight on Xander's right side.

We both look from the staircase to each other and shake our heads, there is no possible way we will get this Goliath of a man up these stairs. "My room is right down this way..." I nod towards the back of the house because my hands are already preoccupied.

We make it into my bedroom and just inside Greg pauses. "Where?" He questions looking at me as best as he can from around the half sleeping, extremely drunk human canvas we are holding.

"The bed I guess, I'll sleep on the couch!" He can't fit on the couch and he'll take up my whole bed but at least I'll be able to watch him and monitor his condition.

We lay him on the bed and I quickly turn the lamp on and the overhead lights off. I'm sweating and breathless but we laid him on his back, he's already asleep. Greg ducks out without a word.

Oh I don't fucking think so, I take off after him, getting to him before he's even out the door.

"Oh no you don't! What the fuck man, what the actual fucking fuck!!!?" I don't care how much of a lunatic I sound like, right now I'm feeling pretty loony.

He turns around to face me, throwing his hands up in defense as he steps away from my jabbing finger which has likely bruised his chest by now.

"Look, we party, we hang out. He seemed alright and then he was going downhill fast, I took away the blow so he wouldn't over do the shit, what more do you want? I returned him to you!" He hardly seemed bothered and was acting rather defensive, fuck you Greg!

"That's a really fucking dumb excuse, you know he has a DUI right? Drug charges already, raging alcoholic, any of that ring a bell?" I'm trying really hard to keep my cool but my own voice is echoing around the house, I know I'm yelling.