Only Angel 2 [h.s] AU

Don't shut me out, son

H.

I didn't know how much alcohol I could manage to keep drinking without my body outright rejecting it. And it did, my body absolutely hated the fuck out of me by this point. It had me hunched over some bushes in the corner, the sting in my throat made me come off my buzz a bit as I realized or at least tried to remember where I was.

But as I looked around, all I could see were flashing neon lights or what appeared to be. "Where the fuck am I?" I mutter to myself before I spit out the disgusting taste in my mouth. There's short music as a door opens and when I look behind me, it's none other than Elija.

He laughs. "Woah," he chuckles. "You okay there, buddy?"

"Well I saw my dinner again, what do you think?" I groan as I rub my temples, Elija rubs my back twice. "What time is it?"

"About five in the morning," he says after looking at his phone.

"Shit." I grumble. Work. "I have to go home, I've got work in like three hours."

At this, Elija laughs. "Dude, you haven't been to work in like a month." At this, I stand up straight. "I mean your phone's been ringing up until it died. Joe called me and asked if I knew where you were and I told him you're taking a break..."

"What?" My eyebrows scrunch together. I'm so fucked. "How long have we been together?"

"Thirties getting to you, mate? About a month!" He exasperates. "You walked into the bar I usually frequent, soaking and with blood running down your face. You drank like a madman and so I joined you. Figured your day was as shitty as you looked." A month? It has been a month? I grab my phone from my black slacks only to see that it remains off.

I run my hand through my hair and sigh in annoyance. "I need to charge my phone." I mumble, I can't imagine the amount of deep shit I'm in with everyone at work and my father. "I have to go home." I looked around, hoping to see my car but it is nowhere in sight. "Where's my car?"

"Probably back in Seattle? I mean it's been so long it probably got towed away." Elija shrugs.

Back in Seattle? "What do you mean; "back in Seattle"? Where the fuck are we?"

Elija looks amused, his pupils were dilated and I was sure he was on some kind of drug. "Damn, you really are fucked up." He chuckles. "We're in Vancouver."

What the fuck! "I'm in fucking Canada?!"

"Hey, you were the one who suggested." He holds his hands up. "You said you wanted to disappear for a while, that you didn't want anyone to know where you were."

"You've got to be shitting me." I mumble, rubbing my eyes. I'm about to stress the fuck out. "I want to go home."

At this, Elija snorts. "Yeah, okay." He begins to walk in the direction of the door of the bar before he stops and looks behind to me. "You coming, or does your dinner want to make an appearance again?"

"I'm serious. Take me the fuck home."

"Look, it's fine. You do this sort of thing, you drink so much, you come out, throw up and then you want to go home. You've been doing it for a whole month and guess what? We're still here."

"If you're not going to help me, lend me your phone so I can call an Uber."

"Sure," I wait for him to take his phone out, when he does I take it from him but when I try to turn it on, it doesn't.

I look up to him. "It's not turning on."

"That's cause it died two weeks ago." He chuckles. Without much thought, my fist comes up to his face in a hard blow. Elija stumbles back and groans. "What the fuck, man?"