𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟽

KANE

A LOUD GROAN leaves my mouth, hand clutching my head, eyes squinted and face scrunched up, body feeling lumpy. Coughing, I cringe at the after taste of alcohol dancing in my mouth.

Fuck sake.

Rolling over, my eyes fly open, a pained moan leaving my mouth, arm falling over my eyes and back in pain, head rattling due to the fall. What the fuck.

That hurt like a bitch.

I pauses, waiting for the dizziness to stop and I limp up, stretching my arms and back, wincing at the pain in my back. Glancing around the room, my whole body freezes.

Where the fuck am I?

The room is empty. Small. Almost boxed shape. There's only a dresser right opposite me, a window on one side of the wall and a single bed. Explains why I fell off. Small bed.

Furrowing my brows, I notice a glass of water sitting on the dresser next to two tic tac shaped pills. Not even thinking about it, I throw them in my mouth and wash them down with the water.

Not the first time I've had random pills.

Snapping my eyes shut, I stand in the middle of the room, waiting for any type of reaction but I get nothing. Frowning, I walking towards the brown door and push the handle down, slapping my tongue together in hunger at the sound of my stomach rumbling.

It's quiet outside the room. I'm on the first floor. Walking down the little hallway, I pause at the sight of a middle aged man sat at the small dining table reading the newspaper, a cigar sat between his lips, one leg crossed over the other and bottle of whiskey sat beside him.

"You fell off?" He muses and my head snaps up, blinking quickly when everything goes slightly hazy. Fuck.

"Yeah. Hurt like a bitch." The man chortles under his breathe and nods towards the chair opposite him. That's when I notice the plate of food sitting there patiently.

I don't know why but I sit without questions and just scoff the egg and hashbrowns, nearly moaning at the taste.

"Did you eat the painkillers?" I pause, fork held against my lips before nodding once. My brows slightly furrow, a frown forming on my lips. Why did I want the pills to be something else? Cause that's all you crave.

The man doesn't say anything except silently read, not giving me any answers as I scoff down his food.

"Why am I here?" He doesn't answer, "Who are you?"

"Luke."

I suck in a harsh breathe, fork clattering to the plate and eyes widening. Is this some sick joke.

"What?"

"Mhm." He nods, clearing his throat and folding the paper, letting it slap to the table and turning his body towards me, cigar held between his fingers. "Didn't mean to startle you, son."

I couldn't stop my face from scrunching at the pet name, cringing.

"You came in pretty messed up into the bar I work in," He continues, eyes fixed on me, voice calm and slightly soothing, "Ended up getting hammered and telling me what's goin' on with you."

I gulp at his words, clearing my throat that's suddenly feeling dry. I don't know why but embarrassment rushes over me at the memory of me crying yesterday. I'm allowed to cry. I have every reason and right to have cried. My dad passed away, for fucks sake!

Yet I still feel embarrassed knowing I probably cried and had a break down in front of him and other people in the bar.

"Oh."