dempeo quarantined

chapter eight

ellen's point of view:

i quickly shut the bathroom door behind me and walk back into the comfortable bed i wish i didn't get out of this morning.

i cant fucking believe him, i cannot believe he chose to lie to me instead of coming clean with the truth, maybe i could of helped him somehow if i wasn't kept in the dark for so damn long.

i slowly pull the covers over my body and turn to face away from the bathroom, staring out into the balcony that shows a beautiful sunrise.

so many thoughts scramble my head as i lay there for what feels like hours, my mind snaps back to reality when i hear a door slowly open and close, slow footsteps making their way towards the bed.

i lay still wondering what he will do, i shut my eyes and pretend to be asleep.

i feel the bed dip next to me, he was kneeling on the bed with his head hovering over me, i feel a gentle pair of lips touch the side of my forehead, those pair of lips move to my ear, leaving trails of kisses on the way there.

"i love you ellen, i will do anything for you" he says so quiet like he hasn't even admitted it to himself yet.

i lay there in shock as he slowly pulls away and gets off the bed to walk out the room and shut the door quietly behind him.

oh fuck.

he loves me, he is willing to do anything for me.

this feels like a dream, maybe i am dreaming i open my eyes and look around realising this is most definitely not a dream and this is my real life.

i am lost on what to do next, i am laying here in a massive fucking house with the people i work with and i am stuck here for god knows how long.

fucking hell how am i going to get out of this sane.

i sit and come to the conclusion my escape would be the free alcohol that is downstairs waiting for me, pretty sure i can hear it calling my name.

i get out of the very warm bed and quickly get changed into some joggers and a hoodie, not feeling a need to do any makeup or have a shower, these people have seen me in a worse state.

i look at the big clock as i exit my room, it reading 7:59 in the morning.

that is way to early to be drinking. i should probably do something else.

then i realise my life is fucked and it's five o'clock somewhere, i get down the stairs even quicker and practically run to the bar and grab the tequila, i neck the bottle until i physically cannot swallow any more.

i set it down abruptly and take in a breath like i never have before.

fuck that felt good.

i can see this becoming part of my new routine while i am here, it seems like a good distraction.

now that my breath probably smells, i leave the bar to go to the kitchen that looks too good to actually be real, i walk over to the fridge and spot strawberries.

they seem really appetising right now.

i quickly grab them and wash them under the water, i sit down on the island and start to eat my strawberries in peace.

it's like i blacked out because now i am sitting there with no more strawberries left in my bowl, i think i ate the green bits of my strawberries.

how drunk am i?

A/N: bet you weren't expecting me to update so quick, this one is a chill one tbh i hope you enjoy