Mine (Book 2 of the His Series)

Twenty

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Ellie

A few months after our 1 am dinner I was on my way to Chris' apartment. He had been acting very strangely lately. Not answering my calls and texts, and even when I went by his house...he always pretended he wasn't home, and since I didn't necessarily have a key, I couldn't find out anything. Only tonight the door was unlocked. I opened the door slowly and let myself into his apartment. It reeked of alcohol.

"Chris?" I asked cautiously

I walked into his living room to see him slumped on the couch, a beer bottle in his hands and several on the floor around him.

"Chris?" I called again

He sat up quickly and I stepped back while he looked around confused and then finally settled his glassy eyed gaze on me.

"Hey amour, when'd you get here?" He asked slurred

"A few minutes ago. What is all of this?" I asked him

"Nothing." He murmured, taking a drag of his beer

"Chris, give me that."

"No." He answered

"Give me the bottle Chris." I said sternly, reaching for it

He snatched away from me and drank down the remaining liquid in one large gulp. He tossed the bottle aside and went for another, but I grabbed it first.

"Enough!"

"Give it back Ellie!"

"Why are you drinking like this?" I asked him

"None of your business."

"None of my business? No, it is my business Chris. You don't answer my calls, ignore all of my texts, and pretend you aren't home! What has gotten into you? What's the matter? This isn't you." I asked him

"Nothing. Just leave me alone." He snapped

He turned away from me and stalked off to the kitchen, no doubt in search of another bottle. I didn't know why...but strangely Chris was becoming more and more distant and less open to me. He didn't talk to me like he used to. We didn't laugh anymore or hang out like we used to. We hardly had been talking. I just wanted to know what happened to my boyfriend.

"I'm not going anywhere. Now you need to stop with the drinking and sober up."

"I'll do what I want Ellie. Now, go home, I'm fine.

"Come on, let's get you to bed alright?" I said, ignoring him

I walked up to him and tried leading him to his bed room so that he could sleep this off. But he shoved me and I stumbled, tripping over a discarded beer bottle and I hit the wall, hard.

He loomed over me, eyes bloodshot and red, swaying slightly to and fro with the neck of a beer bottle grasped tightly in his hand, a stern look on his face. It was the scariest of sights I've ever seen from anyone, even out of all of the patients I've seen over the years. I cowered as close as I could towards the wall.

"What part of 'go home' do you not understand!? I haven't been calling back or answering your messages because I didn't want to, I just want to be alone!" He yelled