Noah's POV
Sitting on the roof of this hotel smoking, really got me think about what I just did to my family. Replaying everything today from this morning waking up higher than a kite, to flying home, to telling Ellie, to passing out and waking up to the horrible effects of withdrawals, to Sebastian melting me into peices, and finally to where I am right now.
As the grey smoke flows into the night's sky, my hands start shaking and I feel a bit nauseous. I've been through this before, but it hurts so much more now than it did five years ago. I guess nothing will hurt as much as loosing the best people in life, and God do I know all about loosing people.
The nausea kinda drifts off, but my shaking hands haven't changed a bit.
My fingers trembled making my cigarette fall down a few hundred feet down all the way to the concrete ground. I shouldn't be smoking anyway, it's so toxic but I still do it.
Slowly I stand up from my seated position on the ledge and put my hands in my pockets as I go back inside. The cool air abandons my body as the door closes. This is what it comes down to I guess? But no matter how long I go, even if it's for a full night, I'm gonna need more at some point. My body aches and hasn't stopped shaking. This is like a mild form of torture... so far.
I open my door and go into the small fridge hoping to find some ice. The fridge is completely empty, go figure.
Angrily, I slam the door shut and go to the bed. The craving is getting worse by the minute. I can't go to rehab though, I just can't do it. I barely did it before and I certainly can't do it now.
I climb into bed and pull the blanket over my chest and fist it so tightly.
God this is so f*cking hard! I can't just sit here and sleep, I'm too alert. So I reach into my pocket to get my phone. I know she'll hate me for it, but I need to speak to her. She's the only person who can possibly fit this situation.
After a few rings she picks up.
"You f*cking just woke me up for the second time to- "Eleanor please! I'm so sorry I just can't do this. I'm shaking and can't just sit here and take it anymore. Ellie, please help me I need your help." I said all in one sentence as she angrily listens to my bullsh*t. "What the f*ck do you expect me to do, Noah? " she questions full of rage. "Baby, I don't know. I'm drowning so badly. " I squeeze my phone so tightly and can barely stay still. It's so f*cking painful.
"Don't you call me baby again for one.
Get your stupid *ss here and we'll discuss futher. " and just like that, she hung up on me. I guess I'm going back to my house?
I get my shoes on and quickly race out the door. My vision is a bit shaken and I'm hot, but seeing Eleanor again might just help me. I need to hurry up and get home. Thank God it's only a five minute drive....
I walk up to the door breathless and was about to knock, but Eleanor beat me to it. "Eleanor, I'm so sorry I just-
"Don't.... Go upstairs " she points as I nod and step inside my house. It felt so great to be home again. As I slowly make my way up the stairs, Eleanor shuts the door and follows behind me. As I was about to step up the last step, I stumbled. Eleanor's hands grab my arms for support which shocked me. She still had such a kind heart, even when I've broken it so many times. I look over my shoulder and thank her by a whisper. She remains silent but still follows behind me to the bathroom.
"Sit down here" she points to the bed.
I nod and very slowly sit down on the ledge of the bed as she goes into the bathroom. The sound of running water is all I hear as my head starts to burn and my vision is blurred. I put both hands over my head as my elbows rest on my knees. The aching is so brutal. My teeth clench together tightly as the burning gets worse.
Eventually the water turns off and I hear Ellie's footsteps approaching me.
"Noah, look at me. " I take in a deep breath and slowly lift my head.
"Ellie, it's burning" my voice is low and quiet as her soft fingers lift my chin upward. I can barely see her, but her long black hair stands out for me.
"I know...this helps." That's when I feel a cold towel being wrapped around my forehead. "Can you see me?" She asked calmly as I blink a few times.
"Kinda " I mumble as she ties the towel to hold it in place.
The cold pressure over my forehead helped so much. The coldness made the burning die down within a few minutes. "Where'd you learn to do this? " I whispered as Eleanor unwraps the towel from my head. "Rehab. I know exactly what you're going through. It's horrible, I just don't know why the f*ck you did it again. I'm so hurt by you Noah, this will take me a while to heal." I nod as she tosses the towel in the bathroom and comes to stand right in front of me. "I'm really sorry, Eleanor.... I love you so much and I just.... I f*cked up really badly this time. I'm sorry. " I whispered as she crosses her arms. "All I want from you right now... Is sex. No more talk, no more bullsh*t. F*ck me and go back home. " I furrow my brows in confusion. "Aren't you mad at me?"
"I'm beyond livid with you. Come on,
Sex or you can go now. You're not breaking my heart anymore. "She says as I stand up. Our height differences was pretty big, I was basically a foot taller than her. "What do you want me to- and just like that she pushes me backwards onto the bed and climbs over me. "Shut up and f*ck me. "
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