Lizzie's p.o.v
I walked in with Ricky's shopping that he asked me to get. Two packs of beer and a bottle of jack Daniels. I've told him about his drinking but all he's done is shout at me so I prefer to just go with it. I know I should try and help him but there's no getting through to him. I walked through the hall way and yelled "babe, I'm home" all he said back was "you got my shit?". I let out a sigh and said "yeah" and then handed the bag to him while he was sitting watching some motor show. He cracked open a can of beer and started chugging it down.
"Ricky? What time are we goin-" Ricky interrupted "shhhh!" I was instantly quiet. He was staring coldly at the tv screen. I just stepped upstairs stuck in my headphones and started blaring all time low. All I was going to ask him is what time we were leaving for the concert tomorrow. I was fed up of being treated like this. I called my friend Wendy and she told me to meet up with her. I went to her house and knocked on the door when she opened it all she said is "really?". I laughed and said "what?". She replied with "your 25 years old and your wearing band merch again! Haha". I said "shut up it's all time low, you know I'm obsessed with them" she just laughed. She could sense something was wrong and when she asked she answered her own question " it's Ricky again isn't it?"
"Yeah, you know what? Are you free tomorrow? "
"Yeah, why?"
"You wanna come to the concert tomorrow?"
"Isn't Ricky going?" She asked
"Yeah he was meant to go but I can't stand him at the moment"
"You can't stand him literally every moment!" She concluded
"Yeah...anyway, you wanna watch a movie?"
"Sure what one?". When I didn't answer she knew what I wanted to watch. She went ahead and put straight to DVD on.
I left Wendy's about one in morning when I got back to Ricky's house i was unlocking the door quietly because I was sure he would be asleep. I turned for the kitchen to get a drink and Ricky was there. I stopped in my tracks. Why was he awake? And more importantly why was he bleeding? He was sat on the floor staring down. Beer cans and old bottles of vodka and other alcoholics drinks emptied were all over the floor, I pushed through them and walked towards him. I kneeled down and he reeked of alcohol and I could tell he was drunk. Blood was dripping down from his hand and the jack Daniels bottle was smashed on the floor. I didn't know what to say, but he did.
"Where the fuck were you?" He slurred
"I...I was at Wendy's -Why are you bleeding?"
"I slipped over while...while I was holding the bottle and it smashed and...and the glass cut my wrist"
"Why are you drunk? Why are you awake?"
"You weren't at Wendy's you were out..you were out with some guy!" He was slurring his words and obviously acting paranoid again. This happens when he's drunk. He started to raise his voice.
"You keep doing this to me! I can't trust you!". I didn't know what he was talking about. "Doing what?". He didn't answer. A silent tear fell down his face.
"Get out" he whispered
"GET OUT!" He then shouted
"Why?!" I asked frantically
"I've had enough of you! We're done! GET OUT!" He demanded
"Fuck you Ricky!" And at that point I stood up and jogged upstairs I packed a bag with my band tee's, some shorts and jeans and my concert tickets, I grabbed my car keys and stood in the frame and looked at him.
"Liz...Lizzie" he kept slipping in and out of consciousness.
"I'm not coming back" tears streaked my face. I turned to leave, he tried to follow me but slipped on the glass and cut himself again. A small pool of blood was on the floor in a matter of seconds. I flinched as if to help him but then recoiled as if he deserved it.
Then I remembered myself. I helped him stand up and I got him to the sofa. Ten minuets later the ambulance came. The medics asked me if I wanted to come with them. I said "he'll be fine". They then closed the door and drove off. They insisted I gave them my number as an 'emergency contact'. I got my stuff and went to Wendy's. She was quite surprised to see me standing at her door covered in blood and tears with a bag at three in the morning. She made us both some vodka drink she invented. After I told her what happened and explained the blood wasn't mine she realised I had a small gash on my hand and she poured some of her drink on it. "Wendy? What the fuck?"
"Alcohol disinfects cuts doesn't it?"
"I don't know?Are you still okay to go to the concert tomorrow?" I said a little bit too excited. "Haha yeah yeah I'm guessing you won't sleep tonight because your too excited?". I just replied with "Wendy, you know me too well" about an hour later she drifted off to sleep.
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