Hell Rasin' Country Girl

Chapter Three Drinking once again

Zayn awoke the overwhelming smell of disinfectant, the sting of plastic in his arm and cool sensation of saline and morphine dripping from the I.V to his arm. He hated hospitals bad things always happened because if you were in one ya know something was wrong unless someone was giving birth. The faint beeping of the heart heart monitor and the blood pressure cuff squeezing his arm tightly every fifteen minutes to take his vitals, his blood work came back ...." Sh** dads gonna kill me. " Zayn cussed mentally. His blood work showed he had over the legal limit of alachol in his system. Zayn honey "are you okay.Zayn's mom rudshed in putting the facade on. He thought to himself." She's to busy feeling sorry for herself about a bad breakup / everything mistake she'd made. She doesn't give a darn about me I could be lying in s ditch battered and bruised and she would 'nt batt an eyelash. Zayn's mom quickly signed the discharge papers and Zayn left with out a word. Called his bud Ty and said ..."Wanna chill out at the river?" "Sure bud, but no alachol ok. " Humph .."Fine Mr. Mom." well someones gotta be there for ya.

Tears trailing down his face, screaming out the windshield, saying her name being wild N reckless why'd he gotta be that selfish? Dustin Lynch's song "Hell of a night "came on. Punching the steering wheel on the edge of going insane missin' her like crazy ..repeating her name. Zayn pulled onto the well less traveled dirt road, leading to the property he'd just bought for Lennox that no one but Lennox and himself knee about. Pulling into the sweet smelling evergreen thicket. Slaking on the brakes nearly missing the big oak tree where he carved their names. This property ...this gorgeous paradise was there's to share and "now she's GONE what the hell am I gonna do. " He dropped to his knees and grabbed the silver cross dangling from his neck, prayed aloud and said "Why'd ya take everything, my life, my being, my moms mentality, dads compassion for family, Why the Heck did ya do this to me?" Zayn scrambled outta the truck slaming the door shut. Putting down the tailgate and the blanket that goes with it down in the back of his pickup. Chugging home brewed moonshine from a bottle not caring who saw or who knew.

Letting the posion slither down his throat enjoying the kick, chill n a burn all at the same time. He'd been addicted to the buzz of Fireball whiskey . Zayn picked another bottle of the sweet smellin' cinnamon whiskey, pressing the cool glass to his perfect puffy lips. The coolness glided down his throat like nothing.

"Woah, where am I, " The sun gleamed off the sparkling creek. "Oohh, My head, " Zayn groanned. "Yellow, " bud where are you? "Over here. " Drinking again I see." Yeah ...don't judge " Woah man take it slow whose judging. Ty. Zayns long time pal and rodeo buddy came over to him grasped his hand and pulled him up. "Awh man, Why'd ya let you're yourself pour that stuff down your throat? Ya know if Lennox was alive she'd kick your ass. "Yeah..Zayn sighed, she made me a better man. " I know bud, I know. "Ty, Zayn rambled on ...I know she's only in my head, It'll take some time to get over her but soon I'll forget I don't wanna forget..late night talks sneaking out at 1:00 in the morning to go ridding under the moonlight sky through the golden sea of hay. Kissing her softly never wanting to pull away. Just holding her in my arms ...When I dial seven numbers just to call up an ole friend in the middle of the night cause I'm dying, I miss her so damn much.waking up the friend that I known since I was three ...just to stay on the phone alright having you explain how everythings gonna turn out alright. Bud she's more than just a good memory, talking to her picture on the wall when I'm lost and lonely. Secluding myself in my room, sneaking enough food to survive and get by. Knowing she ain't here and she's never coming back. You say I look like hell. I don't care I'm to upset to look at all presentable J rather sit in my room hating the world I don't care that it ain't getting me anywhere. You tell me to shower up and you'll wait right here, how do I know something wont happen to yeah and you'll be gone just like her..?

I 'll tell you what, never once have I backed down from a punch but this ...this is way worse than s jab to the face or gut or even the kickback of a gun...it's like the good lord above smacked me upside the head. Taking away what meant most to me my life, love my everything. I swear man If I had one more day, I'd make the best memories, It'd be like an eternity even a couple of hours would suffice. Like how it felt to hug her, kiss her softly, holding her hand or just having her presence as she walked in the room making everything brighter. Making me feel whole and my true self. " I pray she ain't watching me ruin my life, with the drinking and late nights, beating myself up. "

"I don't know man . It's life every damn time I 'm finally ready to do this to move on ...that I'm finally over here the simplest thing brings back a memory of something we did together. Then she sneaks back into my mind and It hurts more and more everytime."

Zayn said his voice cracking from the built up emotions and unshed tears lodged in his throat.

" Ty, Zayn sighed, clasping a rough, firm but gentle hand on his friends shoulder showing compassion and love for his dearest friend. "I know bud, I'm tryna be there for ya, " Ty stuttered, not bring able to find the words to comfort his grieving friend. It's been a year . "This sorrow isn't normal, but how can say that to him, he just lost his everything and more..." Ty muttered to himself in the back on his mind. He should be over her finding new horizon's instead of stuck here where all he do is ruin his life and drink himself to death. "Bud you gotta give it up sometime she ain't coming back, and you know she hates watching from above, you doing this to yourself.

"Bud, I know ...I hate drinking myself into a stupor tryna drown out memories, feelings, It ain't for fun. Lennox, wouldn't approve, just then the radio started blasting Scotty Mcreery The Dash. "The preacher man said It's to fast, to soon ...No ain't supposed to go like that. " I know that and it makes me sick. "Zayn, Stop! right now. You're a good guy and yes you've hone through hell you gotta start taking life by the horns and pull yourself up okay. Just like the song If you're going through hell says. Stop being so hard on yourself. "Lennox, would understand. " I feel as though I failed her...Zayn spoke with his voice wavering.

Zayn and Ty reversed the truck pulling round the huge oak in front of em, pulled straight up to the riverbed. Ty jumped outstanding the truck pulling down the tailgate, pulling his friend Zayn alongside him hopping up on the tailgate. They sat their in complete silence, just two buds cracking a cold beverage by the riverside, watching the sun go down in the mountains, nightfall coming quickly, the two buds swinging their legs in the cool water trying to sober up. Watching as the breeze blew colorful leaves of the fall dancing round em. Starring out at the river waiting as the day turned to nightfall.

After an hr or so sober, Ty climbed in the drivers seat while Zayn was passed out in the back of the truck. Ty put the car in reverse started on the semi long drive home only an hr or so out but nice get away from everything besides the sweet, countryside.