Georgia's POV
It's already 2 am and I still have yet to see Alex. I've got a lot I need to do tomorrow but I can't even think about sleeping until I see him walk through that door.
What could he possibly be doing at this hour? I know Alex and how he can be when he gets in a bad headspace, so this really worries me.
Moments later I hear knocking on the door.
"Who is it?" I ask.
No one answers, just a continued knocking.
"I'm not opening the door until someone answers." I say
"It's Alex." He says with his words slurred.
I yank the door open and Alex gives me a surprised look as he tries to get through the door without stumbling over
"You have a fun night?" I say.
"Wha- wait what do you mean?" He says.
"Really, what do I mean? Come on Alex, I'm not stupid I know your drunk. You can barely even talk right."
"Look I'm sorry, but it's not really that big of a deal." He says as out as takes a seat at the kitchen table.
"It is a big deal because one, you've been out all night and didn't tell me anything and two because I think we both know the ammunition behind you drinking and it's not a good thing to be starting."
He doesn't say anything he just puts his head down and starts to fiddle with his hands.
"Alex I'm not trying to start anything, I just want to know that your okay."
"I know and I am really. I know things aren't quite the same anymore, but you don't have to worry over me, I'm fine." He says.
"You know what, it's late as it how about we just go to bed." I say.
He nods as we both walk back to the room.
"I know your still mad at me, but am I still allowed to put my arm around you?" He ask.
"Yes, you can still put your arm around me." I say as he cuddles up to me in the bed.
"Love you Georgia." He says.
"Love you too Alex." I say.
I'm awoken when feel Alex get up from the bed. I thought he was just going to the bathroom so I tried to fall back asleep. Then I hear glass breaking.
Maybe he knocked something over.
But then I hear it again.
Something isn't right.
When I look through the door I see Alex tearing the kitchen up. The flower pot, a vase and a couple of plates have been smashed.
"Alex stop!"
He doesn't stop though. He doesn't even turn an eye.
I go over to him, of course scared out of my mind but I try to get the plate out of his hand before he bust another one.
When I grab his arm, he shoves me off causing me to fall, thankfully not on any broken glass.
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After Dunkirk
FanfictionGeorgia was thrilled to know Alex would be coming home. But there's something different, he's not the same man she once loved. He's become violent, toxic, but the fact that he still needs her can't be ignored. Will she follow through? Or will their...
