Stone and Eddie (a Pearl Jam-ish fanfiction)

Chapter nineteen

Stone Gossard

I hate when people get drunk. I absolutely hate it.

In my last relationship, the person I dated got drunk almost every single day. He would hit me, rape me, tell me I'm worthless, anything you could think of, when he got drunk. It wore down on me so much I tried to take my life. I've never told anyone about me trying to hang myself but the rope falling down, saving me from killing myself. Not even Eddie.

But I know Eddie would never hurt me intentionally. We love each other too much. Right?

After we pay Eddie stumbles out of the booth, so I grab his hand to stabilize him. I close the door of the truck after him and walk over to the driver side and take off towards home. When we get there I go directly to the shower and Eddie follows me. He joins me as I step in.

"Mmm, you're so hot", he slurs as he looks down my body and back up. Then he kisses me and I almost gag from the taste of beer on his tongue. I pull away and he loses his balance, falling on his ass and hitting his head on the tile wall.

"I'm so fucking sorry, Eddie!" I say as I help him up. He groans and rubs his head. "Are you okay?"

He groans again. "I think", he answers. I halfway laugh at him. He tries to kiss me again and I pull away once more. "What?" He asks.

"You taste like fuckin' beer." He laughs and I lather up shampoo and massage it into my hair. As I wash it out Eddie slips again and lands on his side. "Jeez", I mutter and help him back up. "Maybe you shouldn't be in the shower." I finish washing the shampoo out of my hair and get him out of the shower before he can fall again. I hate him being drunk, honestly it kind of scares me. I don't want him to be unsafe.

"Come on babe, let's go to bed. You need the sleep", I tell him, and wrap my arm around him to stabilize him. When we're both in bed he kisses me, and though he tastes like beer I kiss him back for a minute just to satisfy him. But when he starts to try to take things father I stop him. He whimpers when I tell him no. "Baby, not while you're drunk."

"Why not?" He pleads.

"Because you're not even going to remember it, you taste like beer, and I'm tired. Plus you should get some sleep."

"But I don't want to get sleep", he whines. "I want to fuck." Then he tries to kiss me again but I push him away.

"Eddie", I say, my voice hardening. "I don't want to right now." As he tries to kiss me again I squirm around and once I get free I head to my room and shut the door. This was exactly why I didn't want him drunk.

The next morning at seven I wake up to the sound of him puking his guts out. I want to stay in bed but he's my boyfriend and boyfriends take care of each other. So with a sigh I lift up the covers and walk over to the bathroom to see him leaning over a toilet full of puke.

"You okay baby? Do you need anything?"

"Water", he croaks as he flushes the toilet.

"Okay, and brush your teeth in the meantime", I tell him as I head to get a glass of water. When I come back into the bathroom with his drink he asks what happened last night while he was drunk.

"Erm, nothing...."

"Is that why you were sleeping in your room with the door shut and acting awkward when I asked you?" He challenges.

"Uh, well you wanted to have sex but I said no. Then you kept trying to anyways, no matter how many times I said no."

He looks down at his feet. He has a disappointed expression on his face. "I'm sorry Stone." He grabs my hand. "I would never do that on purpose. I was just drunk and wasn't thinking straight." His eyes are pleading.