Dial Drunk - Post Malone

46

He is thrown into a police cell and told to sleep it off. He is drunk and has nothing left to fight for so he curls up on the cold bench and closes his eyes. Sleep takes him quickly.

When he wakes up he sees the sun is out, but it's low in the sky. He must have been here for a few hours and all he wants is a bottle of whisky. He sits up slowly, his hand bumping something and when he looks he sees it's Grassy, curled up asleep on the bench next to him. What is he doing in the cell with him? "That idiot could not let you go alone so he caused a scene and got himself thrown in the cell with you," Dre's voice echoes through the cell at him. Austin looks up and sees a very tired-looking Dre standing at the cell grid. "How long have we been here?" Austin asks.

"Twelve hours."

"When are they going to release us?"

"Austin you fucked up big time. You are in a world of shit right now."

"I don't care. Get us out of here."

"You have charges against you."

"I said I don't care. Get us out of here."

"Austin. This is fucking serious man. There is a man in fucking hospital. You nearly killed him."

Austin runs his hand through his hair and rests his elbows on his knees. Why is Dre not listening to him? He does not fucking care. "He is still alive? I will go after him again once I am out," Austin says, his anger bubbling up again at the thought of Allen still breathing. But, deep down he knows his anger is directed more at himself - he let someone hurt her and he will never forgive himself for that. "I managed to pull some strings. The police chief won't charge you for giving his officers shit. You gave them a hard time last night," Dre says. "Thank you," Austin whispers, he does not care but he is hoping his thank you will get Dre to stop talking and get him out. He just wants to get home and lock himself in his room with a bottle of whisky before he goes looking for Allen again. "I also went to see Allen and made a deal with him. He will drop the charges and sign an NDA if you pay him out $1 million, you need to cover his medical bills too."

"Fuck that. I am not paying him anything."

"$1 million is pocket change to you."

"I don't give a shit. I am not giving that asshole a fucking cent."

"Austin if he talks and this hits the media your career is fucked."

"I don't care, Dre. Fuck! Are you not hearing me?"

"Levi's too," Dre adds softly and Austin's head shoots up. "What?" he asks. "He will bring Levi into this and fuck her career up too. The NDA will cover her as well," Dre says. Austin drops his head and covers his eyes with his hand. "Fine. Do it," he mumbles.

"Everything? You agree to all-"

"Give him whatever he wants just make sure that the NDA is watertight and he signs it."

"OK," Dre says sighing heavily. Austin keeps his head resting in his hands for a long time. His fucking Levi's career up is just another example of the hell he has thrown that woman's way. He will drink himself to death - that's the plan. The world will be a better place without him in it. Besides, Levi will never speak to him again, he knows that so what's the point of this fucked up life anyway?

He scares himself and his therapist was right. He has no control over his temper and his actions. He had no control over the rage he flew into the night before. He has never so much as slapped another person but now he almost killed a man and all he can feel is annoyance that he had not killed him. What if next time Levi upsets him and he flies into a rage? What the fuck is he capable of? He has no idea and that scares the shit out of him.