Pia.
"I'm looking for someone. I think they might've gotten lost" I heard him speak.
"You're looking for someone at 4 am, mate?" Harry laughed, calling his bluff.
"Yeah, she's off her mind, drunk. She's a recovering drug addict; a close friend of mine. Called me from her dealer's house. I picked her up and tried to help her detox from her relapse. And now she's running around here like a mad woman" he laughed as he lied.
"Oh wow. No I haven't see anyone like that running around. But if I do, at least I can call you instead of the cops if she shows up at my door"
"Yes! Please do. Actually do you mind if I come inside and try to call her. I left my phone at my house"
I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping to god he wouldn't let him in. I heard the door creak. My eyes shot open but it was only "Harry" closing the door even more.
"I'm sorry mate. I can't. Looks like you've gotta make the trip back to your house"
"Really? I was really hoping-...you'd help me out" he tried again
"Nope, plus I've got company...if you know what I mean" Harry laughed
"Ahhh"
"Butttt" Harry paused I watched his arm move toward me, "Here"
His hand landed on the item next to me on the counter. I didn't see what it was until I heard 'Louis' using it.
"Call her on here" he offered
"Oh...Thanks" he forced out a laugh.
We listened to him dial a number knowing the call wouldn't lead to anything.
"Well it seems like her phone just keeps ringing and ringing" he shrugged. He handed him the phone back, I assumed because he then thanked him. He started to walk away as I heard footsteps.
"Wait!" I heard 'Harry' say
I looked at 'Harry' hoping he wouldn't say anything.
"You know you can't help an addict until they want to get help, right?"
"Yeah. You're right" he laughed before leaving.
'Harry' slowly closed the door. He turned his attention to me. I felt his gaze and slowly crumbled to the floor, crying
"I'm going to assume you're not a drug addict"
"No" I said and it was barely louder than a whisper.
"Are you okay? What happened?"
I didn't speak. I just cried even harder.
"Fuck" I heard him whispered, "Please don't cry. He's gone."
I wiped my face. I saw him hesitate to touch any part of me
"You need to go to the hospital."
I shook my head.
"I can't...I can't go to the hospital. He'll find me" I shook my head as panic and fear began to set in.
"Shhhh...ok, I'll call over a friend and he'll take a look at you, okay?"
I nodded. He stood up and backed away from me, looking down at his house phone as he dialed.
"Hey, I'm sorry to call you late like this. I need your help...no I'm fine...it's a friend. Can you be here in twenty minutes?...Yeah...thank you...bring your medical bag...yes that kind...yes I promise I'm fine...I don't know...you'll have to ask her when you get here...no I'm not...just get your ass here...okay...see you soon" he said before hanging up the phone.
He looked at me before placing the phone down onto the table.
"Okay here let me get you a robe"
I nodded sitting here on his bare floor, ass naked and cold against the marble underneath me. He ran up the stairs and returned ten minutes later.
"Here" he spoke in a soft tone.
It was silent. I took the robe and wrapped it around me.
"I popped it into the dryer because it's cold out."
"Thank you" I whispered
"Are you okay? I mean...My friend Liam is coming over, he's a doctor."
I didn't say anything. I just wanted this night to end, hell this entire weekend to end. That's when the thoughts started to set in. I wanted everything to end, including my life. I knew every time I would sleep I would relive this over and over.
