You Can Trust Me.

Chapter 10- Is she okay?

~Collin's P.O.V~

Honestly, I don't think I've ever felt like this before. I wanted to die. I've texted and called Allison all night. No answer. How am I suppose to know shes okay? What if she's not okay? I need her to be okay...

It's five in the morning. I haven't slept, I haven't ate. I've been crying. You know, I use to be a really bad kid. Smoking, drugs, sex, alcohol. You name it, I've done it. The worse problem was the alcohol. Serious drinking problem. I finally broke out of those horrible habits and got my life together. I haven't done drugs for 3 years, and I don't plan on doing them anytime soon. But drinking... I've been sober for 2 years. Well, not anymore.

The second I got home from dropping Allison at her house, I called her over a dozen times. When she didn't answer, I stole from my parents 'hidden' liquor stash and started drinking my life away. All I did for hours was call her and get more drunk.

I sat down on my bed and smashed another empty liquor bottle on the floor, watching all the glass shatter everywhere. I reach for another bottle as Casey walks into my room, looking frightened.

"Bunny?" she asked, calling me the nickname she gave me when she was three.

"Yes, pumpkin?" I asked, my voice slurred.

"I had a bad dream... what are you doing?" she looked around at all the smashed alcohol bottles on the floor.

"Grown up stuff. Go to mom and dad. I don't have time for this right now."

"Bunny... are you drinking again?"

I didn't answer her, just took another swig of the liquor.

"Bunny, you shouldn't be doing that."

"Get out, pumpkin. " I said sternly.

"Why are you drinking? "

"Get out Casey."

"Please Bunny, please stop."

"I said get out! Now!" I shouted at her while standing up and smashing the unfinished bottle to the floor.

Tears leaked from her eyes and she backed up against the far corner of my room, gripping her teddy bear for dear life. She didn't leave, though.

"Why are you doing this?!" she shouted back at me.

"Why? Why?! I'll tell you why! I need Allison! She may be dead, lying in a ditch somewhere all bloody and lifeless for all I know! I need her! I don't know if she's okay, and I don't know what I will do if she isn't okay... I just want her back." I sobbed , sitting down back on my bed and buried my face into my hands.

I suddenly felt two little soft, gentle hands grip my wrist, and pull them away from my face. She rested her forehead against mine tried to comfort me.

"Bunny, it'll be okay. I'm sure she's okay. I don't think that she would want you beating yourself up, worrying about her. Please stop drinking, Bunny." she whimpered the last part, breaking my already broken heart into even smaller pieces.

"Okay, pumpkin... " I whispered.

She engulfed me in a hug and I accepted it, returning the hug. She's right. I need to stop. Allison would hate it if she knew I was a drunk.

"Bunny, can I sleep with you tonight? "

"Of course, pumpkin."

I picked her up and climbed under my covers, and put her down gently. She squeezed her teddy bear close and she slowly fell asleep in my arms. I couldn't stop thinking about Allison. I fell asleep with her on my mind.