poison// dolan

cinco

☼ Vegas Daniella Marie Quinton ☼
3:00am

I slumped onto the gravel as my legs swung over the roof. it felt as if I were a carefree soul if I had my feet hung over the cracked white wall.

I felt lifted.

I picked up the whiskey bottle that was held up by tiny pebbles on the roof. I held up to my lips and took a quick swig of it, only to have my back pocket vibrate from my phone.

"hello?" I giggled, slightly tipsy already, myself being a lightweight.

"Vegas, have you been drinking?" graysons huskily raspy voice spoke out. I clenched my thighs together and took another drink.

"what makes you think that?"

he sighed, acknowledging that it was a rhetorical question. I gulped the last of the bottle, chucking it to the ground below me and waiting to hear a smash. I cringed as the bottle did so and Grayson spoke up again.

"where are you?"
"at home," I hiccuped and smiled as I felt my vision cloud.

"I'm coming over. send me your location."

I nodded, although he couldn't see me and hung up. I sent my location through imessage and stood up, trailing my cold fingers to the bottom of my shirt and lifted it over my head. my drunken self was completely oblivious to the fact my entire building could probably see my laced bra- but at the time I had not a care in the world.

i reached down, grasping weakly onto more alcohol. I opened the bottle I had sitting next to my phone. I chugged some, and felt it burn down my throat, I began to giggle.

not because I was straight out wasted.

nor the chance of me laughing at myself.

I was laughing because it was a way to bring out all my emotions. as tears rivered down to my wet half-bare abdomen. it wasn't from utter jubilance or whatever fake shit people say they're feeling.

it was from the hurt and hatred I lashed out onto this sick world.

I let out a deep exhale and laid onto the dusty roof. I caught my breath from the previous laugh attack I brought onto myself. the sound of the roof door chorused my ears. I ignored it and gulped more toxic liquid.

"you need to slow down," Grayson vaguely said and I giggled.
"mm, okay...... daddy." I straddled his waist and brought his earlobe between my teeth.

"do you like that, daddy?"
he groaned and I giggled once again. yet through my vulgar actions, Grayson knew for a fact he would never take advantage of me.

"Vegas, stop. you're drunk." he told me, bringing a piece of my vibrant hair behind my ear.

I let more whiskey hit the back of my throat and I stayed in the same position I was in before, straddling graysons lap and hugging him as tightly as I could. I felt tears brim the bottom of my bloodshot eyes as I let go of the bottle that once helped me out with the pain.

"Grayson I can't do this anymore," I sobbed into his, now soaked t-shirt. I felt his long fingers rub my back sympathetically and I felt him whisper sweet words into my ears that were sugar-coated to make me feel better.

but it was all I wanted at that moment;
all I needed.

hhh ok so hi lol
this took planning 4 sum reason ??

lol but i like this it's cute