Vitality • Suite 103 Sequel (COMPLETE)

25. Drew Barrymore/First 48

Sorry for my little absence, I got my car and started driving all over Houston lmao, got myself a job too, but I finally sat down and finished this. Hope you guys are doing well, and remaining blessed. Have a beautiful Monday, safe spring break, or whenever you read this, love you guys 😘 - Keiana

25. Drew Barrymore / First 48

Nia Riley

As soon as I stepped foot into the house I smelt the familiar smell of Hennessy, but it wasn't from me.

I knew Chris was home because his car was here, so I don't know why it was so quiet. There was no music, no lights on, no 2k, no madden, no Cartoon Network, nothing.

I walked upstairs and saw the light on in the bedroom, but the doors were closed, so it was radiating off the wood panels. What was he doing with the door closed? Jerking off?

"Chris?" I announced as I opened the door, which allowed the full stench of Henny to hit my nose.

There was broken glass on the ground, and huge wasted pools of alcohol all over.

Chris was lying with his head against the bed and the rest of his body slain against the bed for support, and it looked like he'd drowned in alcohol before I got here.

"Chris? Are you okay?" I dropped my purse on the ground and crouched to where he was, picking up his head gently in my hands.

"Nia?" He asked groggily, struggling to open his eyes.

"Why are you so drunk? What happened?"

"I- I thought you left me, I came home and you weren't here, I thought you were really d-done with me."

He started hiccuping before trying to explain his state of mind to me, which lead to him breaking down in tears.

I'd never seen Chris cry before, so I was just kneeling in front of him in shock.

He was crying cause he thought I had left? Where was all this before I had started looking for apartments and having my epiphany?!

"Chris get up, get in the bed."

"I was in it, I fell out tryna get the bottle and that bitch broke."

I shook my head trying not to laugh at his pain.

This drunk fool.

I just wanted to know what had really possessed him to drink himself into this condition. Like why was all this happening right now? I had planned to look up bible verses on strength, and talk to God about what I was about to do with my life, and now this man was crying cause I was trying to find my independence.

"Nia you can't leave me, I know I fucked up, I know I keep fucking up, and I know I should've spoken up when Nia was talking to you at the table, I just- I don't know man. This shit is hard." He shook his head.

"It is hard, and maybe we're not meant for this Chris." I tucked the blanket around Chris once he had laid down on his back.

"Whatchu mean? I love you." His face screwed up in confusion and hurt.

"I love you too Chris."

"But you don't wanna be with me anymore?"

I swallowed the breath I didn't even know I was holding and thought of how I wanted to approach this. He was extremely drunk, and I didn't want him to misunderstand me.

"I do want to be with you, this is all just so new to me, and I don't know if I can handle it, and I'm tired of being tired."

"But we can handle it together baby, we've been doing okay so far, I know it's tough but it's gonna get better."