Anxiety

Chapter 6 And Back

(Ingrid's POV)

Kirstie dropped me off at the apartment. She said that it's kinda late so she can't go upstairs with me.   She hates driving in the dark.  She also said that Scott only drink if something's bothering him.  So, what exactly is bothering him?

After saying goodbye to Kirstie, I quickly went upstairs.

When I opened the door, I saw Scott sitting on the couch looking unconscious, lots of empty bottles on the table and a worried sick Mitch.

"Sorry, I tried to stop him." Mitch shrugged.

Look at all the bottles on the table.  Scott drank all of these?

"That's a lot of bags!" Mitch chuckled and walked towards me.

"Yeah." I got nervous once he's a little more closer to me.

"Hey, you're looking down again." Mitch Said softly.

I lift my head up and looked at him.

"Good girl."  He gave me a smile.

"Woah it's getting late"  He looked at his phone and said.

"You better go.  I'll take care of him." I looked over at Scott at the couch, still out.

"Okay, bye, Ingrid." Mitch gave me a hug and left.

Darn, I forgot to ask Mitch what is going on with Scott.  Never mind, I'll just have to ask Scott himself when he is sober then.

"Scott." I whispered to his ear.

"Go away Mitch, let me have one more." He mumbled.  His eyes was still closed.

"Scott!  Wake up!" I shook him a bit.

He groaned and opened his eyes.

"Ingrid!! You've been gone for two days!!" He pulled me into a hug.  Gosh, he smelled terrible.

"No,silly.  I was gone for a few hours." I chuckled. He really is wasted.

"Now, let's get you in your bed. " I stood up and said.

"Why?" 

"Cause you're drunk, you need to rest." I answered.

"I'm not drunk, are you?" He said with a funny tone.

"You're definitely drunk.  Come on." I pulled him up from the couch and helped him into his room.

"Lie down,Scott." 

Scott lay down on his bed as I said, great.

I went out off his room and cleaned up the mess that he made on the table.  After I finished cleaning, I went back his room to check on him.  He was already asleep.  

I tiptoed to the side of his bed.

I bent down and kissed his forehead. I don't know why I did this.  I guess I just feel the urge to.