Illegal Moves

Chapter 15

Iona's POV

The drive home from the hospital was silent. Aleks and I were both in our own thoughts. I was driving him home since he couldn't grip the steering wheel with his casted hands. He had missed a week of school and I two days. It was the weekend so he would be back to school this Monday.

I might not have shown it this week because he was still recovering, but I was still so angry with him. I hadn't lost control on him because I didn't want to overwhelm him, but now that he was fine I don't know how much longer I could keep it bottled up.

"What the hell were you thinking?" I ask fiercely but not yelling or shouting. I turn my head to look at him, taking my eyes off the road. He just rolls his eyes and looks out his window. I reach over and slug him in the arm hard. "Hey! I'm talking to you!" I raise my voice. Now I was angry. The least he could do is give me an explanation on why he had been drinking and driving. He turns his head and looks at me annoyed. That really pissed me off.

"Do you have any idea how I felt when I got a call saying you had been in an accident? Do you have any idea how scared I was. I sped all the way to the hospital to find out that you had been freaking drunk driving!" I had tears streaming down my face. Dammit I hated crying, especially in front of Aleks. "How could you be so fucking stupid!" I was yelling now. "Oh and how do you think it made me feel when you threw me at the wall and stormed out of the house?" My words make him frown.

"I'm sorry about that," he sighs.

"Well at least you're sorry for something," I mutter under my breath. That must have made him mad.

"What else do you want me to say!" he shouts at me.

"Explain to me what the hell happened after you left the house!" I shout back.

"I went to find Jason and I beat the shit out of him until I physically couldn't hit him any longer. And then I went to a bar and got drunk because that's the only way I know how to deal with my emotions. And then I thought of you and I had to get back to you and as a drunk man I wasn't thinking so I ended up in the hospital," he finishes his story as I pull into the driveway of his house. I put my car in park. I wait for him to get out. When he does I put the car back in drive. "You're not coming in?" he asks before shutting the door.

"No, I have stuff to do,"

"Maybe tonight then?" he asks sadly.

I just shrug at him. "I don't know if that's a good idea," And I pull out of his driveway.

Aleks' POV

I think my relationship is falling apart. If she didn't want to come over then something was definitely up. I hated her being mad at me but I really screwed up this time and I don't know how I am going to make it up to her. I really didn't know how she felt when she got the call or anything like that but what I do know is that I am so sorry and I never want to make her feel like that again. But god dammit, what was I going to do?

I walk into my kitchen and get out a beer. One beer turns into two and two turns into three and three turns into four and so on till I don't know how many it's been.

I'm drunker than I've ever been and I'm glad. I can't feel a thing. All the pain I've caused Iona and myself, it's all numbed. I sit on the kitchen floor, my back up against the fridge. I laugh and stand up. I look out the kitchen window and it's pitch black outside. In the process I drop my glass beer bottle and it shatters everywhere. I laugh even more and get another out of the fridge.

I walk to the couch with my beer and collapse into the cushions. I sit there for a moment. The memory of Iona's first night here plays in my mind. Anger surges through me as I remember what is actually going on with us in reality. I walk back to the kitchen. For a moment I see Iona standing in my t-shirt making me breakfast but then the memory is gone. I growl and hurl my beer bottle at the wall. It crashes into many pieces by the already broken glass of my last bottle.