C+J•G~Drabbles!

☆Alcoholic Carrington pt2☆

Request: SaturnMoon714

[ It's the next morning and Carrington sees the marks on Johnnies wrists and has a panic attack! ]

- read part 1 for context -

TW: anxiety, talking about alcoholism, panic attack, guilt, sadness, mental health issues

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Johnnie is making breakfast this morning. He heard Carrington walk downstairs. Sober from last night's events. Carrington hugged him from behind but saw the marks on Johnnie's wrist.

Carrington yawned as he made his way downstairs, the memories of the previous night slowly coming back to him.

When he walked into the kitchen, he wrapped his arms around Johnnie from behind and buried his face in his shoulder, still a bit groggy. However, when he noticed the marks on his wrist, he froze.

Carrington remembers he left those on Johnnie when he was drunk. He immediately felt bad.

Johnnie kissed Carrington's cheek. "Hi babe! I made eggs for you." He said sweetly as he placed the eggs onto the plate and turned off the stove.

“Thanks, love…”

Carrington mumbled against his shoulder, the guilt slowly eating him up as he looked at the marks.

He gently traced over the bruises on his wrist, wincing at how dark they were. He didn’t even realize how rough he was being with him last night, and it was killing him inside to see how much he had hurt him.

"Come lets sit at the table." Johnnie immediately moved his arm away and picked up the plates with both hands. He sets the plates of eggs on the dining table and then grabbed the salt and forks for them.

Carrington watched as Johnnie pulled his wrist away from him and picked up the plates, his guilt only growing as he did so.

He sat down at the table in silence, his eyes fixated on the bruises on Johnnie’s wrist. He couldn’t help but feel disgusted with himself for hurting him, even if he was drunk.

Johnnie is eating his eggs in silence. Sensing the tension. He is avoiding eye contact.

Carrington pushed his plate of eggs away, no longer hungry. He sat there silently, his eyes flickering from the bruises to Johnnie’s face and back again.

“…I’m sorry.”
He finally spoke up, his voice quiet and full of guilt.

Johnnie avoided the subject, "C'mon sweetie, eat your eggs you have your modeling this afternoon."

Carrington wanted to protest, but he knew he was right. He had a photoshoot in a few hours and he needed to be well-rested and energized.

“…yeah, I know…”
He mumbled, reluctantly picking up his fork and taking a bite of the eggs. Despite being delicious, they tasted like ash in his mouth.

Johnnie flashed a sweet smile but his eyes showed fear. Before he continues to eat the eggs.

Carrington noticed the fear in Johnnie’s eyes, and it made his heart sink. He hated knowing that he was the one who caused it, especially since Johnnie was always so sweet and caring.

He reached out and gently placed his hand over Johnnie’s, running his thumb over his knuckles in a soothing motion.

Johnnie pulled his arm back. Setting in his lap as he finished his plate of eggs. He takes his plate and takes it and puts it in the kitchen sink.