Desire C.B

9

I'm not necessarily happy with this chapter.. But tbh, idk what to do with it other than just moving on.. So here is this..

T/W: Mention of alcohol, abuse - action not taken, mentions of emetophobia (fear of throwing up) - she does do that in this chapter.

*Leighton's POV*

"Silas?" I asked and he nodded, his face showing confusion.

I nervously swallowed, the bartender passing me my drink, taking the money from me.

"Are you-" He started and I quickly shook my head, my hands practically shaking.

"No, it's for my friend!" I said a little too quickly, glancing away from my ex-boyfriend.

Silas nodded slowly, not moving.

"Aren't you going to take it to your friend?" He asked and I gnawed on my bottom lip, trying to find Alex to pass the drink off to. "Leighton" He said in a suspicious tone and I could feel the tears start to sting my eyes.

I didn't say anything, I just slowly brought the straw up to my lips, sipping it, glancing away.

"Leighton!" Silas exclaimed and I backed up from him, surprisingly liking the taste of the sweet drink. "Stop serving her drinks!" he told the bartender whose eyes went wide.

"Why? Is she underage?" He asked, almost panicked and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm twenty one" I grumbled, glaring at my ex.

"A twenty one year old addict in recovery! Leigh!" He hissed, reaching for the drink but I just backed up, holding the drink away from him. "Leighton! So what, you leave me, and now you're drinking and lying about it?!" He asked in an accusatory tone, narrowing his eyes at me, his arms crossed.

"I'm not lying" I mumbled, taking the drink back into my mouth and I swear his eyes were seeing red.

"I- You know what? I can't fix this. I can't save you. You're not my problem anymore. If this is what you want to do, fine. Hope you're happy" He grumbled, turning to walk away from me, my eyesight blurred from the tears.

I had so many questions for him, but I was emotionally paralyzed.

I stopped fucking around with the straw and decided to just take down the drink in gulps, causing me to get a brain freeze.

I placed the empty glass on the bar, panting as my head throbbed.

"Ms. Are you okay?" The bartender asked and I nodded, mumbling "brain freeze. Got anything warm?" I asked and he nodded.

"Liquor or?" He asked and I nodded. "Buttered Rum, spiked cider or mulled wine?" he asked and I shrugged.

"Whatever the strongest one is. Want to forget tonight" 

He nodded, reaching for a bottle.

He gave me a glass and I downed it like a shot, letting the warmth explode across my stomach, bracing myself on the bar.

"Would you like to open a tab?" he asked and I nodded, handing him my card.

After about five minutes, and two drinks later, I was barely here.

I couldn't see, and my body wouldn't stand on its own.

"Leigh? Woah, are you okay?" Alex asked and I giggled, nodding.

"Alcohol is good" I giggled, leaning against her.

"How many drinks has she had?" Alex asked and I stopped listening, closing my eyes as I leaned against her. "Jesus Christ. I thought I said to drink water and eat food? Where's Scott?" Alex asked, holding me up as we stumbled to a table. "Will you help me take her home?" Alex asked someone, and I felt myself wobble.