sober // s.wilk

(8) Fate Might Possibly Bring Us Together

Avianna

I looked at my phone to see that it was 10pm. I called an uber and told him the address of Sammy's apartment. I may or may not have booked the quickest flight to LA.

It was a girlfriend instinct. I got worried because he wasn't replying to my texts and I figured, hey why not surprise him. Who am I kidding, this is a serious situation and I was afraid that the way Sam would cope with it, would turn out bad.

If Sam is angry, he drinks. If he's sad, he drinks. If he's happy, he drinks. He will find any reason to put alcohol in his system, no matter how stupid it is. I never thought he would become like this until his junior year, when he would go to a bunch of parties. He would occasionally come over to my house, drunk. At the time, I didn't really think anything of it. Instead, I would just deal with his habits, laying in bed every night, wondering where he could've been.

Then, gilinsky would text me, assuring me that he was okay, and alive. It wasn't until his mom brought it up to me in the beginning of the year when I realized that it was embarking into something serious. She called me over to their house and I remember her exact words, "Sams got a drinking problem and you know it's true. Avianna stop being so naive, and think about how this could turn out."

I was offended, for a few reasons. I felt like she was trying to lowkey call me stupid, as if I was too blind to see what he was doing. Also because I felt like she didn't think I was properly taking care of her son like a real girlfriend should. She then proceeded to tell me, "Maybe if this continues, you two should take a break from eachother."

That's when I felt antagonized. I wanted to shrill at his mother for thinking I was a loathsome girlfriend, but I couldn't do that. I was raised with dignity and going off on an adult was discourtesy. I just responded with, "I will find a way to make this right Lori. I love your son too much to just watch him throw his life away."

Which was true because after our talk, I became very attentive to his behaviors. I would ask Johnson not to get drunk so that he could drive the boys home. They wouldn't have to be a nuisance to the other drivers on the road. there would be a less chance of them getting into an accident that could end up being fatal. Worse, I could loose my boyfriend and cousin.

I don't think Madison would be very fond of that either. But it's not like I care about what she appreciates and disapproves. I'm obviously in the despise list, but I don't have a problem with that. She was absolutely gorgeous, there's no denying that, but if she always has that demeanor when meeting people, she's giving them a reason not to adore her. I am sure she's a genuinely genial girl, but my chances of actually getting to know her to find out, are quite slim.

After quite a long drive, we finally arrive at his apartment, and to my surprise, he didn't seem to be here. Mostly because Madison and Jack were standing at his front door, a phone pressed against his face and a worried look plastered onto Madison's. I got out, thanking the driver, and walking over to them. Jack recognizes me and pulls me into a hug, stuffing his phone back into his pocket. I bury my head on his chest, as he rubs my back.

I felt the tears threaten to fall from my eyes and I quickly wipe them away, refusing to get vulnerable. We depart from the hug as he grabs my duffel bad. Madison is leaning on the door, and I give her a weak smile. To my amazement, she returns the gesture, with a more comforting beam. She brings me into a hug, her arms snaking around my neck, "I know I came off rude and im sorry." She pulls away and looked at me, her eyes boring into mine, "He's going to be okay."

I feel her wipe the tear that has trickled down my cheek. I giggle in embarrassment, my lips curving into a slight smile. I soon find myself looking at Madison differently. She was darling, I'm guessing she wasn't having the best time that night. Who could blame her though, she looked extremely uncomfortable.