drunk // m.c [a.u]

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Pulling into the parking lot of her apartment building Rose steps out of the car. Inside she flops down on the couch with nothing to do. She lives alone. The second she turned 18 her mother kicked her out. As she sits in silence the pain returns. The cabinet is calling her name. The one filled with the poisonous liquids that run her life. Her left foot taps incessantly on the hardwood floor in anxiety. She slowly moves towards her kitchen, her hand reaching for the cabinet handle. Seeing the bottles lined up that she should have gotten rid of weeks ago make her will break down. The burn on her throat of the clear liquid is so familiar and calming.

            “Luukeeeyy!” she calls her best friend.

            “Rose?” His voice is full of worry.

            “Duuhh,” she giggles.

            “Are you drunk again?”

            “Nooo. Ok yes. I wagon fell off. Oh wait, that was wrong. You know what I mean.” Rose collapses into a fit of giggles.

            “Ok, Rose. Stay at home, I’m coming over!” Luke hangs up the phone and rushed out to his small silver car. Within ten minutes he is bursting into her apartment. He finds her slumped against the island in the kitchen a bottle of Vodka in her hand. “Oh Rose.” He shakes his head. Luke was the one that convinced her to get help for her alcohol dependency. He was her rock and she was supposed to call him if she felt the need to drink.

            “Luke! Hi, I missed you!”

            “You’re supposed to call me before Rose, you know that.” He takes the empty bottle from her and helps her up into a chair. Opening the heavy dark wood he begins taking out the bottles one by one and pouring them down the drain, something he knows she’s not strong enough to do herself.

            “Hey! That’s mine! Stop!” she tries to fight him and stop him.

            “No, Rose. You’ll thank me later. This is for the best. I need you healthy.” She stops struggling against him and collapses back into the chair, burying her face in her hands.

            “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m not strong enough to do this.” She sobs. Luke takes her shaking body in his arms, holding her tight.

            “Hey, don’t talk like that. You are trying and that’s all anyone can ask of you. Ok?” his tone soft and sweet, and his Australian accent still as thick as the day they met. He feels her nod against his chest, her tears splattering on his black shirt.

            “I don’t like myself, Luke. I’m a horrible, mean person! You know there was a new guy at the meeting today and he came up to me after and wanted to know my name and I just brushed him off. Why did I do that?” She moves back from Luke and sniffles. “He was damn attractive too. God, I push everyone away!” Tears start to well up in Rose’s eyes.

            “Rosaline Lennon Saunders,” he only used her full name when he needed her full attention. Her mother had been obsessed with Shakespeare and The Beatles. “I like you and you haven’t pushed me away yet! In fact you never will push me away. You’re stuck with me!” She let’s out a small laugh. “Ok, let’s get you to bed.” He turns around for her to climb into a piggyback.

            “You know I hate when you use my full name,” she grumbles in his ear.

            “Yea, I know.” Luke chuckles, striding down the hallway.

 

As she speeds away from him, Michael runs a hand through his white hair, messing it up more. He wanders over to the curb to sit and wait for his friend to pick him up. Soon enough, Calum was pulling into the parking lot. “How’d it go?” Calum chirps on the way back to their shared apartment. The two met in high school where they partied together. The only difference is that Michael became dependant on the buzz he gained from drinking.

            “Fine,” Michael grumbles. His hangover is starting to set in, causing his head to pound and his stomach to churn.

            “You going back next week?” Calum asks hopefully. He is worried about his friend.

            “You know I have to.” Calum knew that was the truth. Michael’s parole officer was making him go to AA or juvie. Obviously he had picked AA. After today he was happy with his choice, even if he did have to go to the stupid meeting to see her.

            “Right. You want Chinese for dinner?” Calum yells into the living room to Michael. Upon the mention of food his stomach leapt, causing him to rush to the bathroom and empty the contents into the toilet. In the kitchen Calum cringed, he hated when Michael got sick like this. It meant he had mixed drinks last night. Michael flushes and brushes his teeth twice.

            “Uh no food for me.” He mumbles to Calum on his way back to the couch.

            “No dude, you need to eat!” Michael sighed knowing his friend was right. He gave in and told the tall tanned boy to order him some orange chicken and fried rice. The first few bites almost made him sick again, but slowly he started to feel normal.

In the middle of the night Michael was wide awake. His headache had returned with vengeance and he was starting to sweat and shake. Withdrawal was the worst. Quietly getting out of bed he slips on a pair of jeans and a ripped tank top with the Green Day logo on the front. Getting into the drivers seat of Calum’s car he pulls out of the parking lot. It only takes a few minutes for him to get to the near by liquor store. Walking through aisles filled with bottles and bottles of his favorite drinks. He bypasses them all to pick up a six pack of beer. Michael needs just enough to make his symptoms go away; no more than two bottles would do it. At the counter he fishes out his fake ID and pays the cashier.

Sitting on the couch, Michael has a staring contest with the pack of beer. Blinking, he loses. Sighing he reaches out to open one. Twenty minutes later two bottles sit empty on the table. Knowing he should stop now since he feels a slight buzz and his head has stopped pounding. “Fuck it.” He mutters to himself and proceeds to down the third, and fourth bottles. In the morning Calum makes his way through the living room, finding his friend passed out on the couch. All six bottles littered around him on the floor.

I was feeling this chapter and I wanted to get into the story more so here ya go! Don't expect regular updates like this for a few weeks when school's out and I'm finished with another one of my stories!! Thank you to those whove already voted and commented!! I love you!! xo -Rachel