Always Mine {Book 3}| Completed

Chapter 39

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  I never cried so hard in my life last night. And here I was, drunk on my sofa. Obviously I made it back to Los Angeles. But I'm obviously got a hangover. I came home after everything with Emma that I wish getting drunk could make me forget, I had gotten drunk on whiskey and I fell asleep on the sofa in the sitting room. And my phone is beside me and I hear a bunch of notifications and texts going off like crazy.

    I take my phone and open it and I find six missed calls from Ty. And I actually frowned. But I discovered Leah called me ten times. And Ty left me eleven text messages. Wow was I that drunk? Because apparently Ty texted me a lot, how did I not wake up to my phone going off? And I'm only trying to do what the best by not caring and being so miserable. I guess right now it doesn't actually matter because I've gone through a lot last night it seems by me actually in the sitting room surrounded by three empty bottles of whiskey.

I had no energy to even get up if I wanted to. So I remained here, and I'll just pretend that everything is normal. And I had a bad dream last night. I had a nightmare about Emma breaking up with me. But only it was not a dream. Because I got this hangover from the amount of alcohol I drank last when when I got back here. And I'm actually angry and broken at the same time. And of course, I heard the doorbell ringing but I had let it go. Whoever it is... they'll either go away or find the extra key to come inside. And almost as silent as it got after the many doorbell rings and knocking, the door had opened and I heard the person come marching in with heels and they came right towards my direction.

Like I said, I had no energy to do anything right now. I had not been able to do anything and I sort of just want to go underneath a rock and forget that I even exist. And I know that I can't just act like everything is perfectly fine, when I basically got my whole future thrown away.

Walking into the room, I saw Leah wearing her red jacket and her auburn reddish brown hair was curled and she had on boots and she walked right in, looking so worried but also disappointed at me. And by seeing her face, I had actually remembered the day.

I smiled at her with a façade and it made her look directly at me. She came right by my way and she lifted one of the empty bottles, noticing I was definitely drunk.

"Hey gorgeous," I winked at her, clearly not being in my right state of mind.

   Leah gave me the look of complete disgust. She obviously knew I did something bad last night. And here she was looking confused and just annoyed by what I had said. She knew I loved saying dumb stuff to her. But I was at my weakest. I was at my lowest. And I was trying to be very positive but in a lower level. I actually felt like dying but I knew it wasn't an option.

"I waited for you this morning. Where were you? Why didn't you text me back?" Leah stood with her eyes darting right into mine and she looked ready to burst out in disbelief.

"I was busy. Like a...a truck driver. You know? Deliveries to a mountain range." I slurred, unable to control my sarcasm as my stomach churned.

"You're drunk." She placed down the bottle.

I started humming to myself. And she had taken my phone and placed it on the coffee table and I had hollered at her. I felt immediate discomfort. And of course, I actually started to see Leah dressed in jean shorts and black nylons and a striped shirt. She had grabbed me by the arm and yanked me to stand up.

"You have to get up, Christopher. Right now." Leah said with her hands on her hips.

"Why? Are you waiting for me?" I chuckled out loudly that turned into a laugh.