Dial Drunk - Post Malone

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The driver and his bodyguard help him onto the bus and sit him down at the little bar near the bus driver's seat. "You sure you are good here?" his bodyguard asks. "Yeah," Austin says reaching over and grabbing a glass. He fills his glass and stares at it. "She does not want to stay. She will go and there is nothing you can do," these voices say. They are so loud. He grabs the glass and downs it, hoping to drown the voices but they keep talking and so he keeps drinking. Glass after glass. He feels a soft tap on his shoulder and when he looks to the side he sees Levi standing there. She looks worried, her hands clutched in front of her and her eyes wide. He does not want to growl at her although his anger toward her is now raging. "Go to bed, sweet," he signs, his head feeling heavy. "Are you alright? What's wrong?" she signs.

"Nothing is wrong, sweet, go to bed."

"Come to bed with me."

"I will. Soon."

"We have a busy day planned for tomorrow. You planned a day for us. Let's go sleep."

"I can't sleep."

"I can stay with you."

"Go to bed," he signs then turns and pours himself another glass of whisky. He can sense Levi is still there, she hasn't moved.

She hasn't left...yet.

Soon though she will leave. She will leave him and he will have nothing, he will be nothing. Why is she playing with him like this? The voices in his head are getting louder. It's only a matter of time before Levi leaves him. He grabs the whisky glass and downs it, trying to drown out the voices once again that have started to scream.

He feels Levi press up against him and driven by instinct and the need to keep her close he moves his arm and curls it around her, drawing her closer. He does not mean to upset her, he loves her. He truly does. He pours another glass and lifts it, kissing her forehead before he brings the glass to his lips and takes a large gulp. When he looks down at her she is looking up at him, her brow creased in worry. "You will leave me," he says then kisses her forehead placing his glass down and filling it again. She pushes away from him and taps his shoulder so he looks at her. "Why would you say that?" she signs. "Because it's true, sweet. It's only a matter of time until you leave," he signs.

"You don't think I love you?"

"I know you love me. I love you."

"That's enough. Love is all we need. Don't say such hurtful things. We love each other."

"Love is not enough, sweet."

"Stop it. Stop saying these things. I won't leave."

"You will leave."

"Why? Why will I leave?"

"Because I am telling you to leave," he signs. She gasps and takes a step back as if he slapped her, her eyes filling with tears. He can't look at her anymore as the pain from his words sinks into her skin. He grabs his glass and finishes it then pours a new one immediately, he downs that one too. He places his glass down and lifts the bottle but the glass disappears and when he looks at Levi she is clutching the glass, her eyes large watery circles. "Give it back, sweet," he signs calmly. She shakes her head and then loosens her fingers and lets the glass fall, it shatters on the floor, glass shards shooting around like sharp glitter. His eyes immediately flick over her body making sure she was not nicked by a shard. She is fine. "Don't ignore me. Why do you say such horrible things?" she signs. "You don't understand," he signs.

"Then make me understand."

"You won't. You won't understand."

"Why won't you talk to me? Please. Let me help you."