I walk up the stairs drunk off my ass. I fumble with the keys as I get to the landing where my-our door is. I stand there for a minute and sigh, I know you're going to be on the other side of that door pissed that it's three am. I try to look sober as I put the key into the hole and I open the door. I take the keys out of the lock once the door opens and I put them in the bowl beside the door and close the door behind me. I look at you and you look like you have a compleat hatred for me. " I'm glad you're home." You say in a sharp, sarcastic tone.
"Thanks, I'm just going to head to my room. " I stumble to get there. I don't get more than a few steps before you're behind me and you're about to ask me a question. "Why almost every night this month you come home at three am drunk?" I don't want to deal with this right now. "I don't know? Why are you yelling at me? " I'm half asleep due to the alcohol. "I'm not yelling, I have never raised my voice since we have started fighting. I just don't Daniel. Now, why almost every night this month you come home at three am drunk?"
I hate my full name and you only use it because of that. You also call me danisnotonfire because I guess I'm 'Not me. I'm just a character.' Which I always call bullshit on. I sigh loudly, I don't want to answer you really but with my inabitions lowered by the alcohol I tell. "Because I'm trying to drink away your fucking mistake." I mutter and you can hear me. You haven't talked to me in months and here you are? You always know I'm flirty when I'm drunk, is that what you want? You want me being all sweet to you?
"And what exactly was that Bear?" I guess not. You used my nickname, my cute nickname that's only meant to be used when we are being all lovey dovey to each other. You've taken this too far. I spin around on my heels and I grab you by the collar. " Don't. " I growl. You can smell the alcohol on my breath. "Don't you fucking dare, you don't know what you're doing." My eyes are pure rage, I swear I've sobered up in these few seconds. You grab my hands and pull them off your collar, you keep a hold of them. "Do I? Or is Lion too stupid to realise?" You throw my hands down and I back up, push you away before I do.
"Do it one more time and I leave." You don't say anything. You go to the door and open it. Before you walk out the door I ask. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" You stand there, turn and answer me. "Leaving, like you've be threatening to all these months." I am so completely filled with anger about what I think you're going to do, I almost start crying. You turn around to leave and I grab on to your shoulder and I beg. "Please don't leave, I need you Phil. See, I feel absolutely awful for what I did and I really want to make this better. It's going to be so much harder if you walk out that door." You shake your head and shrug my hand off your shoulder, grabbing your keys and wallet off the stand. I can tell every single muscle in your body is tense as you say these words.
"Too fucking late." You whisper. You storm down the stairs and you slam the door. I stand there almost dumbfounded. You left, and the worst thing is I don't really feel bad. I'm a lot more shocked at the fact you swore. At this point I feel stumbling drunk again, I'm done with everything, I can't handle this day anymore. I slowly but surely get to my room. I kick off my shoes and I unbutton my jeans before getting under the covers.
