F I G H T // S T E V E R O G E R S

FIVE

E Z R A

The warm duvet wrapped around my body kept me snuggled down for 30 minutes too long. I had a therapy session with Linda today.

Groaning i swipe my legs out from under the duvet and my sock clad feet hit the hardwood flooring, the chill coming through the socks to the base of my feet. A shiver shot through me as i headed to the bathroom.

Looking in the mirror i looked better than i felt. I could already tell that the gin was a bad idea, like most nights. I hated that i couldn't go sober for myself. There wasn't a reason too either. I didn't have anyone to be sober for.

After deciding not to ditch todays session i brushed my teeth and put my hair into what can only be described as some sort of messy half assed bun. Slipping out of my clothes i looked around for my suitcase and it's nowhere to be seen.

"Fuck" rubbing my hand over my face i head out of the bathroom and down the hallway. Hopefully Steve wouldn't mind if i stole some clothes from him.

Slipping into his bedroom, the plain walls and neatly made bed greeted me with a musky yet sweet smell. Looking around the room there was a neat pile of folded clothing in his desk chair. Looking through the pile i found a pair of grey joggers and a white tee. Slipping them on i walked out of the room and to the front door. Grabbing my coat i put on my tattered converse and slip my phone into the joggers and head out the door.

New York never settles no matter what time of day it is. The hustle and bustle made you feel like you where somewhere important with nothing important to do. Sighing i hailed a cab and gave him the adress for Linda's office.

Resting my head against the window the tall buildings pass in a blur as the pounding in my head magnifies. Pinching the bridge of my nose, i rub my temple with my fingers in hopes of easing the headache caused by the fruity liquid last night.

The cab pulled up quicker than anyone could hope for and i slip out the door and hand the driver a scrunched up $10 note.

"Thanks" the driver nodded once and drove off, Turning around to the building i groan inwardly and headed into the building dreading Louisa's chirpy voice. Slipping into the warm building i cringe when the over happy blonde noticed me.

"Good Morning Ezra" i nod curtly at her before taking a seat in the waiting room.

"Linda is running a bit late this morning, Her last client was running late so she asked me to let you know." i sigh and rest my head on the wall behind me.

"You look like death today" I chuckle before rolling my eyes and sitting up straight.

"You never know when someone wants to talk and when they don't do you?" she sipped her coffee before rolling her eyes and coming over and taking the seat directly infront of me.

"Well, Ezra. Some people like when i talk to them, makes them feel at ease" i try not to burst out laughing. The poor woman thought people liked her talking.

"Well, I dont feel like chatting today" she sighs before standing up and retreating back to her desk. Linda's door opens and a woman slightly older than me walks out drying her eyes. Linda notices me sitting and motions for me to head in.

Slinging my coat over the back of the sofa, i slip into the cushions as if they would make me disappear.

"Have you contacted your father?" I laughed making her eye me cautiously.

"If by contact you mean turn up at his doorstep, drunk out my mind telling him how shit of a father he has been then yeah, i contacted him" Linda took a few notes before looking me in my eyes.

"You broke sobriety?" of course she would pick that out.

"How long have you not been sober?" I look at my fingers laced together my knuckles turning white.

Taking a deep breath i keep my eyes focused down.

"2 Months" I can hear her intake a breath, scribbling some more before placing the notepad down along with the pen.

"Ezra, we have had 2 sessions since then" i laugh a throaty laugh before looking up at her.

"And your meant to be able to tell when someone goes off the rails." I roll my eyes already fed up with this session.

"Ezra, this isn't something you should take lightly"

"you need to be sober, when did you last have a drink?" I sigh picking at the thread at the seam of my joggies.

"Yesterday" I sigh already feeling overwhelmed.

"Linda i don't have a reason to stay sober anymore" I could feel my palms sweat and my eyes beginning to sting.

"So you don't want to reconcile with your father?" She is sat forward her hands resting together on her lap.

"He has a family" i swipe at the tear that slipped past my eyes.

"Why would he want to add a train wreck alcoholic to that?" i look up my vision blurred.

Linda sighed before leaning forwards and taking hold of my hands.

"Ezra, you are his blood. You have to at least try, He is the last of your family"

A sob passed my lips before i could stop it. Annoyed at myself i stand up slipping on my coat.

"He doesn't believe im his blood, so what do i do?"

"Where are you staying?" i zipped up my coat before grabbing the door handle ready to leave.

"Steve has an apartment, he's letting me stay there. At least he believes im Tony's daughter even though my own father doesn't" i laugh as i wipe my tears.

"So you have Steve as a support system?"

I shake my head before turning and leaving. Why would Steve care? Im just someone he leant his apartment too.