Chapter 2 - Beyond Help

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“Evie, are you really going to do this?  Go back there?  Seeing your ex after all this time you’ve spent getting over him, burning bridges with your past.  You’re just going to get hurt again, please don’t for your own sanity...” 

I don’t have anything to say to him, any reason why I want to do what Danny asked me.  Glen’s drunk, like I predicted.   Not just drunk, paralytic drunk.  Apparently it’s become a regular occurrence and they’re worried. He’s been lashing out, walking off, sleeping with god knows who and they can’t control him. 

“They said I’m their last resort. They’ve tried checking him into rehab and he’s just ran off and it’s effecting the band..”

“Mark said it.  It’s not your problem.  He’s not your problem anymore, your head is up in the clouds you’ve paid more attention to them than your own engagement party.  I talked about it this morning and you just deflected it.  I love you Evie, I want you to be happy..” he sighs. The dark brown eyes holding my own, desperation swims in them but I can’t...

“You love me right? You want me to be happy?” 

“Yes of course!”

“Then let me at least try and help!” I yell, this anger that I buried bursting to the surface.

“Evie calm down ok. I don’t understand why you want to help...please don’t tell me you’ve still got feelings for him!” his voice is animated and high all of a sudden. But he’s got the total wrong idea.

“No! Of course not are you insane. I just owe it to him, me leaving made him like this. That’s why I need to help him.” I let out a huff out of my nose as he brings me into a hug but brings me out of it quickly.

“Ok.  But come back quick eh?” he smiles leaning in to kiss me.  “Come back and we’ll sort out the rest of this party.” 

“Alright, I’ll see you soon, I’ve got my phone so text me ok? I love you.” I beam brightly at him giving him a wave before leaving.

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Furious beating, bang, bang, bang.  That’s just my fingers against the steering wheel.  My heart’s ten times as worse, nerves are a killer but why are they there?  It’s not like he’s some drunk stranger, he’s a drunk person I used to know.   Shit, I see them. Danny and Mark, they look like they’re arguing as I pull up outside the familiar tour bus.  Ok..breathe. It’s going to be fine.

“Hi..” I mumble clicking my nails against each other. 

“Hi,

“Glen! Get up off the floor!” I practically screech at him. He’s passed out in a heap in the shower of all places. Fully dressed, his limbs splayed out ungracefully in his drunken mess.   I can smell the alcohol on him as crouch down.   My nose wrinkles in distain and I stand back up to study him further.

Glen Power the bane of my life.  Every time I think I’d gotten rid of you, you creep back in and destroy all the walls I built up.  “Look at you?..What happened?” I say out loud.  What happened to the man I knew huh?  You’re definitely not the person I said goodbye to that day...where is he?

The man that made my heart beat 1000 times a minute, the one that made my palms sweat and the butterflies run wild.   I remember the first time I saw you.   I stammered like a fool, my hands shook so much I spilt my drink.   I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you.   I wonder what you must have thought of me?  I miss those times. 

“I really thought I’d gotten rid of you, you’no.  You had to be on tour in Cardiff of all places!   I thought I’d never see you again, typical that you show up is it?   You want to know a secret?”   I ask knowing full well that he can’t hear anything I’m saying.  I crouch down and push some hair away from his forehead the smell of alcohol is overwhelming choking me as I try to speak. 

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