Ninjago Oneshots

Dial drunk (Lavashipping)

Alcohol, (past) violence, self unaliving

PoV Kai
The rain was pouring and I was speeding down the road, not giving a fuck about anything or anyone.

I wasn't on my way home, there really was no home to go to right now.

The blood on my lip and forehead was now dry, but I was so numb, I didn't even feel the pain the wounds were probably causing.

I hiccuped. Then I grabbed for the bottle on the passenger seat and tried to take another sip, but it was empty.

I cursed.

Pictures flashed before my eyes. I wasn't proud of the punches I just threw.

In the name of someone that didn't want to know me anymore.

I thought of him. Cole.

What a lovely name...he was such a great person...I wasn't a great person...fuck, I was so drunk...I should pull over...I shouldn't hit this deer...

DEER?!

FUCK! DEER!

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK.

Before I even had a chance to react, I had crashed into the animal.

My car was probably totaled. I leaned back.

Now what?

What was I supposed to do?

I grabbed another bottle from under the seat.

Eventually I heard sirens.

When the police came into view I just looked at them, swaying from side to side.

I hated the way they threw my into their car.

"What's your emergency phone call?", someone asked.

"Cole Brookstone.", I managed to choke out the only name I remembered in that moment.

At the police station they dailed him. He even picked up.

"Sir, your friend Kai Smith is here with us and", the officer started. He hung up.

"Sir, we will keep you here for tonight. ", the officer told me.

Suddenly I heard myself say: "please, let me call him."

"I don't believe we can do that, no.", the ofs sighed.

They put me in a cell and handed me a bucket.

I started to cry.

"PLEASE, I BEG YOU, SIR! Just let me call. I gave you all my alcohol,  please.", I sobbed.

"I swear, he'll call me back..."

"Son, are you a danger to yourself?", the ofs asked.

I threw myself at the bars, then sank to the floor.

"Fuck this, SIR! JUST LET ME CALL! ...just wait, I swear, he'll call me back.", I kept sobbing.

The officer came back over with a sad expression. He knelt down next to me.

"Son, why do you do this to yourself? You're really drunk, got a bad wound on your forehead and I'd assume your nose is broken. What for?", he sighed.

"Please, he'll call back, he, he has to! He promised me, he'd always be there for me. Forever. Please, I need to, to,to,to", I stopped.

The headache was starting to get to me.

"My nose is broken?", I asked.

"Yes."