My Best Friend's Brother (Completed)

Chapter 28

By 8:30, three bottles of wine, and a bottle of whiskey was empty. We were off the rocker and completely wasted by now. Even though we had work tomorrow, there wasn't any way that I would be able to do it. And I knew Zachary was hammered already.

We were laughing and talking for hours. The therapy session eventually took a halt, and we just started talking in general. We became those two people in a bar that sit there and just criticize everybody and everything.

I'm usually not a very judgemental type of person, but once you get a few bottles of wine in me, a lot of things can change.

Zachary made me feel alive tonight. I haven't drank this and at the same time be happy in a long time.

More time passed, and more bottles became empty. I don't remember around the time that I blacked out. I don't remember a whole lot from that night after the last bottle was opened. Slowly my vision began to fade, and so did my memory of the night.

Zachary will even tell you the same thing, he doesn't remember anything that happened. All I remember, is the next morning.

The Next Morning

9:30 AM

Knock

Knock

Knock

I could hear a constant knocking on the door. Even though the knock on the door was not loud, it felt loud to me. Probably due to how much liquor I had last night.

Other than the constant knocking, I was freezing. I felt like I was in an ice bath.

There wasn't a constant light on me, which concerned me because my bedroom was filled with windows. And I usually tended to never close the blinds.

After a few more of a constant knocking, a voice finally spoke, "Sir?"

Sir?

I still hadn't opened my eyes, hoping that the hangover would stop. Or that somehow I could go back to sleep. And by the time I woke up, it would be gone.

I heard a shuffle, and a groan.

At the second, I realized I was not in my home. And if I was, I was unsure of the situation that I was in.

But even now, I was still very unsure of where I was. And I was almost scared to open my eyes.

"Fuck," The voice in the room said.

The person who said that, was clearly on the other side of the door. As their voice was muffled.

I heard more shuffling, and rustling.

As I slowly moved, I realized I was not on my bed, nor my couch. But I was on a couch.

With enough courage, I eventually opened my eyes. When I opened my eyes, I saw that I was in an office, not just an office, Zachary's office.

As my hangover subsides for just a second, I slowly start to remember last night. The laughing, and the constant drinking of alcohol.

The memory of alcohol become stronger, as I see the bottles of liquor on the floor.

My vision is quite blurry, but I can tell by the bottles of liquor, that I had quite a few drinks.

The more I looked around, the more confused I was. My eyes were no longer on the ground, but Zachary's desk, where he was.

Zachary was sitting in his chair, with his face in the palm of his hands.

His white button up shirt, was not buttoned up at this time. His hair was a mess, and he looked exhausted. As well as hung over.