ONCE

Chapter 15

The cab driver helps me to get James out of the car and up to the dorm but James is being difficult and is whining like a baby because he doesn't want to be moved. He claims that he was extremely comfortable in the cab. After fifteen minutes of going back and forth and struggling with James, the cab driver finally gets James just outside of the dorm door and I quickly thank him while opening the door, though when James tries to walk inside to his bed he stumbles and nearly knocks himself out on the wall.

"James," I sigh and walk over to him. Helping him to his bed. He groans when his body hits the bed.

"Why did you do it James? You know how I feel about drinking."

"Cara I-I was mad about what Jax said and how you didn't defend me."

"You were a causing scene," I interrupt.

"He's an asshole, Cara and you know it."

"So because you don't like him that means you go and drink?" I ask.

James pushes he's head into the  and mumbles a yes.

"That's not a valid reason for you to go and drink your sorrows away. I'm not going to watch you drink and drink until you end up in rehab again," I tell him harshly.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't say sorry because you're not. You love drinking but you don't know how to control yourself. Enough is enough James, grow up."

"Forgive me, please," James pouts.

"I'll always forgive you, James."

James opens his arms for a hug, which I gladly accept.

"I really am sorry, baby cakes."

I just hum knowing that he isn't fully sorry but still a little sorry. James was an alcoholic, a bad one too. He started drinking at fifteen and loved the taste of it. He would always say alcohol got rid of the feelings he didn't want, the feelings that people didn't always accept. By the time he was seventeen he would drink an entire bottle of Jack Daniels, almost every night. It was his way of coping with everything. He's been sober for year now and I don't want him to go back.

"Cara, I think I need a bucket," James tells me.

"Alright." I jump off of the bed and look for a bucket, which I luckily find a bin under the desk that's placed between our beds. "Here you go."

James sits up and leans his body over the bed but doesn't do anything. He just tries to stay calm and breathe. After a minute or two he's vomiting into the bin, and the only thing I can do is rub his back and run my hands through his hair, while telling him it's okay.

Once he's done we walk to the bathroom and he brushes his teeth.

"I hate that taste," James complains as we walk back.

"Don't drink and you won't vomit."

"What if I get sick." James raises an eyebrow.

"That's not your fault, you can't stop that," I bite back.

"Leave me alone," he groans.

I push open the dorm door and walk inside, at least this time James can do it without help considering the alcohol has mostly left his body.

"I'm going to sleep and try to not have to deal with a hangover. Night, baby cakes." James gets into bed and falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.

My phone vibrates on the desk. I reach over to see who it is and it's Jax.

*I'm so sorry Cara I can't make it to our dinner date. My mum called me and said that my little niece is sick in the hospital, I have to go and see her. Hope you understand x*

*Thats fine, I hope she's alright xx* I text back.

I guess I'll just take a nap since there is nothing to do now.