Reckless and Relentless- An Asking Alexandria Fanfic

Chapter 28

***One year later***

  "Yoooo, Danny! Charlotte! What's up guys?!" Danny and I sat next to Kyle at the bar. I was too high and drunk to come up with a fully intelligible response. "Nummin mech, you?" Kyle was a friend of Danny's, one who often supplied us with coke and heroin.

  After the loss of our baby, Danny and I went into a shared spiral of depression, alcohol, and drugs. Stormi and I hadn't spoken since I picked up drugs, and I didn't even care anymore. Danny was falling away from the band, and a lot of the fans blamed me, which only sent me further into substances.

  The guys were all used to Danny having issues with drugs and alcohol, but he had hit a whole new level, one they weren't exactly willing to tolerate. The only one who was still actually okay with Danny was Ben, but he didn't trust Danny anywhere near his family.

  You're high as fuck aren't ya?" Kyle laughed at me. "That's fine man, it's fuckin fine. I still got your shit." He was a bigger stoner than Danny, Ben, and I combined. (Yes, that really is possible.)

  He pulled a couple baggies from his pocket and slipped them quickly into Danny's. "Thanks man, what do we owe you?" Danny asked him. "Fuck, I don't want your money dude, but I do want a couple favors." Kyle said, looking serious.

  "Whaaaaaat?" I groaned. Whenever Kyle wanted a favor, it was usually something Danny and I did not want to do. "First off, I want you guys to deliver something for me."

  Danny punched Kyle in the stomach. "Fuck you, we aren't delivering anything for your ass, not after last fucking time!"

*** Flashback***

  One of the men pointed a gun at me, "I'm asking you one last time, bitch. Who made the shit?!" "We don't fucking know!" Danny yelled. 

  Kyle had sent us to deliver a drug to these guys, in return for a week's worth of heroin. Unfortunately, something was wrong with it, and these weren't very understanding people.

  Danny and I had been knocked out from behind and tied up. When I woke up, Danny was already awake, and was covered in both his blood, and blood from the knuckles of whoever had been hitting him.

  "We were told to fucking drop the damn shit off, okay?!" I yelled at the men, "We don't know who the fuck made it!" The man with the gun laughed. "Well now," he said, putting his hand on the side of my face, "That just isn't good enough. But maybe..." he looked down.

  "Maybe you've got some better goods here." He put his hand on my inner thigh. I spat in his face. "Fuck you!" Another one of the men hit me as the first man wiped my saliva from his face.

  "Someone needs to teach you some fucking manners!" he yelled at me, unbuckling his belt. Turning to Danny, he said, "And you get to fucking watch, you piece of shit." He undid his pants as Danny and I were gagged.

  The man tore my restraints off and threw me on the ground by my hair. I could hear Danny screaming, but I forced myself to stay calm. I had a plan. He got on top of me and kissed me, then started taking my pants off with one hand, pointing the gun at my head with the other.

  The second he looked down, I kneed him as hard as possible in the crotch, then grabbed the gun from him. Jumping to my feet, I pointed the gun at the other two men. "The fuck you gonna do with that, bitch?!" One of them yelled, moving towards me.

  I fired one shot into his shin, and he fell to the ground. Pointing the gun at the one left standing, I ordered him to untie Danny, then kicked the first man in the face as he started trying to stand.

  The man quickly untied Danny, then backed away from him. I grabbed Danny's hand and pulled him out of the chair and towards the door. "Follow us, I fucking dare you." I threatened, and no one made a move.

  Danny and I ran from the house and back to his car, where we sped away quickly.

***End Flashback***

  "Oh come on, I didn't know that would happen!" Kyle protested. "That may be true we aren't fucking running your shit for you again." Danny told him. "Vut's the buther ping?" I asked.

  Danny and Kyle both laughed at me as Kyle said, "I want YOU, to kiss me!" I looked at Danny, who nodded. This wasn't the first time I had needed to do something like that for drugs.

  I got off my bar stool, took two wobbly steps over to him, and pressed my lips to his. He immediately stuck his tongue in my mouth, and it felt like he was literally trying to put it down my throat.

  I used my tongue to push his back some, kissed him for another minute, then pulled away. He seemed disappointed I was ending it, but also satisfied that I had done as he asked.

  That was something I had learned quickly: Don't fuck with your dealer. Fuck with your dealer, they'll fuck with your breathing, in that you won't be anymore. Not that I thought Kyle would really kill us, but still.

  "Shall we call it square, then?" Danny asked Kyle, putting his arms around my waist. Kyle nodded. "Yeah, man, we're good." Kyle looked at me longingly, and I pretended not to notice. He had been after me since we met.

  "So can I get you two anything to drink? Charlotte?" Kyle offered. Danny shook his head no. "No, Charlotte has had enough." "But Danny!" I whined. "No, you're done. Goodnight Kyle." Danny said, then picked me up and carried me outside to the car.

  "I can walk, ya know.." I mumbled. "Barely." Danny growled at me. I rolled my eyes as he shut my door, then climbed in his. "Where are we going now?" I said bitterly. It seemed that more often than not, we were angry at each other.

  We had become a Wicked Attraction type couple. We were together for sex, drugs, and alcohol. I honestly didn't even know if he still had feelings for me, though I knew I did for him. I knew he was with other girls, but I didn't care, since I was still the one he came home to.

  "We're going home." Danny told me. "Good, I wanna shoot." I said, looking out the window. "Don't you always?" Danny snapped at me. "I swear, Charlotte. You're gonna fucking overdose someday."

***One week later***

***Danny's POV***

  I sat in the hospital's waiting room, waiting for the slightest bit of news. I had come home from hooking up with some girl I met at a bar to find Charlotte unconscious on the kitchen floor.

  "Mr. Worsnop?" I was approached by a doctor. I stood. "Yes?" "I'm Dr. Dennings. Ms. Jalex is stable, but she is not awake." she said. "She isn't in a coma, is she?" I asked. "No, she should awaken soon. You can see her if you would like."

  I nodded. "Yeah, I would. What room is she in?" I asked. "She is in Room 410, sir." Dr. Dennings told me, and I thanked her, then went up to Charlotte's room. I sighed when I saw her, then sat in the chair next to her.

  It was weird, being in this type of situation again. Waiting in the hospital to make sure Charlotte was okay. But this time, Charlotte was the one who was on Death's door, not our daughter.

  I found myself singing the same song as I did a year ago, and I wished she could hear me.

She's mine

You stay away from her

It's not her time

Cuz baby

I'm the one

Who haunts her dreams at night

Til she's satisfied

  And finally, no high or state of drunkenness could numb the pain I was feeling. I broke down for the first time since we lost the baby, sobbing. "Please wake up, Charlotte..." I begged quietly.

  I put my head on her stomach, and a moment later, I felt a hand petting my hair. I sat up quickly, surprised. "I'm okay Danny." she said with tears in her eyes, but a smile on her lips.

  I hugged her tighter than I ever had before. "I love you Charlotte. I love you so much." I cried. As I said it, I realized I hadn't said those to her in a year. They were long overdue.