met him in the laundry

a great fucking beginning

tw: alchol/ism, drugs , abuse

Elliot's POV

Fuck. I look at y/n who just fell on my lap out of nowhere. I shake her head a little bit and give her a gentle slap on her face trying to wake her up. I'm testing her pulse as i let out a relieved breath.
''okay uhh okay she's alive but what now?''
I take her head from my lap and gently put it on the floor trying not to hurt her.
What the fuck am i supposed to do now?
She most definitely had too much vodka, and who knows if that's the first bottle she drank today, because if i'm being honest i really don't think so. I scratch my head and think about what would be the best thing to do next.

Suddenly there's a knock on the door.

''shit...uhhh give me a second''

I'm trying to push y/n away from the washing mashine so that the person that's is knocking won't be suspicious.
When i open the door there's a boy standing outside and he looks concerned, like he's looking for someone.

''how can i he-''

The door isn't fully open so he pushes the door open slamming it right in my face.

''what the fuck what was that for???''

''y/n??''

He walks over to her and shakes her body trying to wake her up.

''I-''

''Why the fuck is she on the floor what did you do to her??''

He pushes me and looks me in the eyes which is scary but he doesn't look like someone that would hurt me.

''If you would let me fucking finish my sentence then i could tell you why she's unconscious''

''Explain bro we don't have time for chit chat''

He's obviously concerned about her, maybe he's her boyfriend or something but since i don't wanna make him even more mad i don't ask questions and explain that she came here, drunk as fuck talking to me about having a headache and stuff.
I notice him mumbling something about ''relapsing'' and ''motherfucker'' but i'm not sure what he explicitly said.

''soo what do we do know, it's pretty obvious that she needs an ambulance in my opinion?''

''Man, no that's like the worst idea her mom is a fucking alcoholic and her dad would kill her immediately if he knew about this shit, we gotta take her somewhere else''

Damn, i feel so sorry for her even tho i've just known her for like 10 mins. That must be the reason why she said addiction runs her family.

''you seem like her boyfriend so can't you take her home or something ??''

Even tho we're in a serious moment he smirks and looks at me.

''Uhh bro no you misunderstood something ...i'm her best friend she's like my sister but that's not the point because she can't come to my house. It's not safe i've had some shit going on lately with some drug dealers you know. ''

I know that may sound selfish but when he said that i felt kind of relieved...

''Can't you like take her? Would that be okay with your parents??''

''Sure, i mean that's no problem i live with my older sister so of course''

We both take her and carry her to his car.
A boy, i mean a literal child, maybe like 15 years old is sitting at the steering wheel watching us trying to lay y/n down at the back.
I sit down at the back next to y/n and he sits down in the passenger seat explaining to the ''child'' what happened and where we gotta go.

F: ''I'm Fez by the way and that's my brother Ashtray''

''Uhh nice to meet y'all im Elliot, i mean this isn't a great situation to meet new people but yeah''

A: ''Don't tell me she relapsed again..''
F: ''I'm fucking confused bro i don't even know what came to her mind again ''

I'm looking down at y/n as I listen to Fez. and his brother talking about her.
I take her hair out of her face and tuck it behind her ear. She is really pretty, i mean i noticed that the first time when she opened the door to the laundry but now i'm just staring at her laying on my lap.
I notice Fez looking at me through the rearview mirror so I take my hand away from her and pretend to look out the window.

''Soo...you and y/n are best friends, how did you get to know each other?''

F: '' We've been neighbors since i moved her to my grandmas house. Ive always watched her fighting with her dad and her mom because i have a straight view to her bedroom window out of my bedroom window. One time she ran away because she couldn't take the fighting anymore and i ran after her soo yeah that's kind of how we met. Since then she's like a little sister to me. ''

''How old were y'all when she ran away?''

F: ''She was 8 and i was 12''

Damn.
I let out a deep breath and look at the dark streets out side.
It's currently 11:55pm and i definitely didn't imagine my last minutes this year to look like that.

'' Its the 3rd one right there Fez'', i say as i notice that we finally reached my house.