Breaking The Game [Book #1]

Chapter 38: Part 2

Narrator

Several boxes tip over onto the ground. Allie's hair sway's back and forth as she wreaks havoc in the empty dim lit box room.

Her white tank top has dust bunnies stuck to it. She's drunk and drowning in her pain. She's already called North over - she doesn't know who else to turn too.

It's only been about an hour until she calmly told Coach she had to go. She walked out the center with her rage pulsating in her fingertips.

Red rum courses through her body.
More boxes crash to the ground. Old torn clothes, broken contraptions and reading books lie lifelessly around Allie's feet.

Her cheeks are sticky with dried up tears. She constantly sniffles and rub her wrist across her nose several times.

North has just arrived. She's standing in the hallway listening to see if she can hear Allie. She hears nothing.

North is wearing her classic work attire. A black pencil skirt hugs her small curves. She has a small amount make up on and her dark hair is tied in a neat ponytail. She has on her black pump heels and a short sleeve white button down shirt. A long black jacket hangs from her shoulders.

She hesitantly raises her left hand and knocks on the door. Allie didn't give her a reason as to why she wanted her to come over. It was too painful at the time to even speak for her. She was also too busy preparing her drink.

Allie drunkly makes her way out the room, stepping on all the junk that's on the floor. The hallway twists and turns in her eyes. An enormous feeling to hurl becomes stuck in the middle of her throat.

A short walk to the front door has become an everlasting nightmare. North knocks again. This time the knocking makes Allie cringe.

Allie uses the last bit strength she has left in her to bust open her rusted locks. North turns the door knob and pushes the door open herself. Allie slowly steps back as she watches some of the hallway light peak through her door.

"Allie?" North said walking inside.

Allie clears her throat and tries to normalize herself. Meanwhile, her vision is blurry and unfocused.

"Yeah." Allie said calmly.

North immediately notices that something is wrong.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" She asked softly closing the door behind her.

Allie's eyes fall down to North's heels. She doesn't want to cry anymore. It hurts when she does. Each tear drains her psychical strength.

North steps closer to Allie and gently cups Allie's face. She can smell the alcohol roaming out of Allie's pores and breath.

"Allie ..." North whispered.

"She dumped me." Allie finally responded.

"What?" North said. She doesn't understand.

"Alix dumped me. Today. Earlier. In the center. During practice." Allie said dryly.

North is stunned. She doesn't know what to say. She's afraid to ask why, but she has a strong feeling it isn't Allie's fault. Allie finally lifts her head.

The girls hold saddening eye contact. North can see the tears bouncing around in Allie's eyes. She examines the drunk girls face a little more. She's never seen Allie drunk before.

"I'm sorry." North mumbled.

Allie shrugged. "What do I do now?"

North shrugged back. "What do you feel like doing?"