good judgment was always my down fall.
getting drunk by myself was a poor choice,
especially on a tuesday morning, at 11:00 am.
half a bottle of jack daniels was in my system and the night was still young.
these thoughts started to eat me alive,
the same thoughts that have pestered me since my father left,
the same utter, ugly, worthlessness that eats you from the inside, out.
an oasis of self hatred.
new message from luke:
how's it going champ?
layla:
jacj damiels id my oln friend. jack denmiels does nev leavg
luke:
layla, sweetheart, are you drunk at 11 in the morning?
layla:
nO lukey i'm layla
luke:
i'm coming over.
layla:
i loev u
luke knew layla had poor judgment when it came to alcohol, but he didn't think she would be drunk this early.
they were leaving for the wedding tomorrow and layla was drunk off her ass and luke was hopelessly concerned.
luke knocked on her door before deciding he'd just open it, by the time he drove to layla's apartment she had drank the other half of the bottle of Jack Daniels and was rummaging through the fridge for something else.
"layla, honey, why are you drinking in the morning?" he tried to be calm, unaware of her state.
"it hurts opening old scars with fresh cuts." she slurred and started to giggle.
"it's so funny that the day i told him i lost our baby is the day he tells me he's in love with my mother." she cackles as tears run down her face.
"i had no one anymore, my dad left my mother because she's a whore, my boyfriend left me for her, and she obviously could care less about me." she stopped laughing and now was just crying lying on the floor.
luke, who had never been in any situation like this, decided to throw the remainder of the alcohol away as layla protested
"i neeeeeed that lukey" she whined as she proceeded to puke on herself.
"oh fuck." luke sighed picking her up and bringing her into the bathroom.
layla then proceeded to strip down to her undergarments and luke looked away blushing.
"aw do i make lukey pookey blush?" she gigled as she swung her hips dancing to music no one could hear.
"layla get in the shower i have a mess to clean up." luke scolded her turning on the shower and walking out.
he cleaned up the throw up and made sure no alcohol was in reach of her hands before going to check on her.
layla did shower as he asked but then proceeded to pass out naked on her bed.
"oh shit." luke stuttered the again embarrassed boy went into her closet pulling out a big tee shirt and underwear sliding them onto her body as easily and untouchingly as he could. the lanky boy tucked her into bed and kissed her forehead.
layla woke up later that night with a headache that could kill and to her pleasure a bottle of advil sat next to a condom on her night table,
next time you're sad vent to me, not Jack Daniels, i'm a better listener and i give better hugs. - xoxo condom boy <3
