Royal love

Chapter 33

This stranger holds me for as long as I need him to. He doesn't move to get us out of the rain, he doesn't shift to get comfortable. He wraps his arms around me and holds me.

When I come to my senses, I feel the rain pouring down on us, hard. I pull away and he doesn't move to stop me.

"I'm—" I let out an awkward laugh to hide my sobs. "—I'm sorry," I say, my face to the ground in awkward shame.

"No, don't apologize. Are you okay?" The man asks.

At this I raise my head.

And it's then that I realize.

'The man' is Hayden. He had followed me out and saw the whole thing. I wasn't with a stranger I would never have to talk to again, I was with a boy I live with.

This is even more awkward.

"I.." I don't even know what to say. He doesn't fill the silence. "I need it," I tell him after a few seconds. He tilts his head to the right a little in confusion. "The alcohol," I finish. "I need it."

Hayden nods and walks over to the door. The other man had dropped the bag with all the bottles in it on the cement walkway. Some of them were shattered and some of them were okay. Hayden picked up the whole bag, not caring about the broken shards of glass all over the place.

He walks it over to me. I reach out to grab it and he slaps my hand away. "It has glass all over it," he says and walks past me. I get really feeling he wants me to follow him, so I do.

We make it to our dorm. It feels weird to think about it. Our dorm used to mean mine and Sonyas. Adeline and Sonyas dorm. Our dorm.

Now it means Adeline and Hayden's dorm.

Gross.

The feeling in my gut becomes stronger. I don't know how to feel about everything.

I just want to get drunk and forget it all.

Hayden pulls out the non shattered bottles and places them in the glass coffee table. I immediately pick up the first one I can grab and open it. Hayden stares at me as I chug it. He sits in the single person couch to the side of the big couch I'm on.

I kick my shoes off and put my feet on the other side of the couch, I lean back. Hayden watches me grab another bottle and drink it. He does nothing to stop me.

It's like he's staring through me. He sees me. He's staring at my raw soul and he doesn't know how to feel. He sees how hurt I am. It makes me wonder, how can he tell I'm hurt but not Jody? Or does Jody just not care?

I laugh at myself. Drink. Stop thinking about this. And so I do.

One bottle after the other. There were about five un-shattered bottles left in the bag and I've downed three of them, they aren't small.

When I go to reach for a fourth, Hayden puts out his hand to stop me. "You can't drink that. I've already let you drink way too much, you could overdose."

I laugh.

Good.

"No," he says as if he's read my mind. "Not 'good.'" Maybe it's in my face. Maybe I need to stop the emotion from showing on my face.

I try to move my hand away from his and grab a different bottle but he's too quick. "Hayden," I beg. "Please."

He lets out a sigh. His chest is tight. His muscles are tense. "Adeline, please don't do that." His hand goes over his face and runs down his nose.

I smirk. The alcohol is getting to me. "What?" I ask innocently getting in a position to crawl in his direction from the couch. "You don't like when I beg? Please, Hayden. Please let me drink one more bottle. Just oneeee." I hold up one finger as I slur the words.

Hayden groans. "Adeline. Stop."

I grin. "One more drink, H?" I look up at him. "Please?"

"No." He gets up from his seat and takes the bottles. My smile immediately drops. He starts walking down the hallway, in the direction of the bathroom. I rush to my feet and stumble my way over to him as fast as I can, desperate to stop him.

"HAYDEN, PLEASE DON'T," I scream, begging, down the hallways. I use the walls to keep myself up. "Hayden you don't understand. I need it." Hayden has made it to the bathroom with the alcohol and he's closing the door. I try to run faster over but stumble and fall. The door pauses for a second before resuming to close.

I slowly get up and now tears are running down my face.

"HAYDEN! Open the door. HAYDEN PLEASE." I'm beginning him, knowing he's about to pour the bottles into the toilet.

When I stop screaming, he doesn't talk through the door. I listen as he pours the bottles into the toilet. When the pouring stops. I begin to sob.

"HAYDEN, WHY!?" I cry pounding on the door. "PLEASE! STOP!" But it's too late. The bottles are gone.

I rest the back of my head against the door and close my eyes. Tears still stream down my cheeks. I don't bother trying to hide the sobs, I just let loose. I cry for what feels like hours.

I don't move from the door. Nothing will make me move from this door. Jayden is stuck inside. That's how it should stay.

When I find the energy again, I turn to face the door and pound on it again. "YOU SON OF A B*CH! I HATE YOU!" And then I'm drained again. Now all I can do is pound the back of my head against the door.

My eyelids are sticking to the bottom of my eyes because of the tears. They feel heavy with the weight of the past week. It's been miserable.

I've been miserable.

"Sonya.." I whisper to no one. I just want to feel her name in my mouth, in case I'll never be able to say it again. "Please, fight this."

Word count: 1025
7-10-23
8:53
another day another chapter. Have a great day!! ❤️❤️