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she could smell it on his breathe

rancid, sour breathe

alcohol

his gaze is piercing into her

she painfully smiles, "come in, darling

he smiles, but his smile isn't warm

not welcoming

a sneer

her heart leaps in her chest as he slides past her

"you are tricking me," he suddenly says

she raises a delicate brow

she feels her heart thud once as the alcohol 

"playing your little fucking games. everyone knows who you are" 

she weakly smiles.

"who am i?" 

he sees this as impertinence

he's walking towards her, feet heavy on the wood 

her parents are gone

she hopes he hits somewhere where it won't show

at least this time

"i've done nothing but stand by your side" she insists

but her voice is weak

and his gaze is determined

she doesn't have a chance to move 

before blood floods into her mouth

engulfing her senses, everything about her

she's spiraling backwards

he's already scooping her up

his warm arms

engulfing her

apologies flooding from his lips

she has heard these

a million times

soft lilting words

week after week

"i'm so sorry" 

his voice is hoarse

all she can think

is how much she hates alcohol

she hates it

she hates it

she hates-

 her mind fills with the impossible thought

clinging to her brain

she hates him?

no

she hates it

it isn't his fault


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