When it Rains and Rains

Chapter 5 - This Ain't Goodbye

CHAPTER 5 - Train - This Ain't Goodbye

Mason’s place was only a few minutes down the street and we were there in no time. Mason held my hand the whole way, only letting go to get out his keys and open the door. His place was on the second story of a block of apartment. It had a fairly spacious living area with a separate kitchen and living/dining area. It was well decorated with beige carpet and cream walls. There was a nice cream sofa facing a large flat screen TV. There was a large painting of a grassy hill side above the sofa and on the far wall was a large book case, filled with books and DVD’s.

“This is nice.” I said as I wandered around the room.

“Thanks, my sister helped decorate it, she’s an interior designer.”

I nodded my head, trying to seem interested. I watched as Mason walked into the adjoining kitchen. Seconds later he returned carrying a vodka bottle in one hand and two shot glasses in the other. He sat down on the couch and set the bottle and glasses on a little coffee table in front of him. 

Mason patted the spot on the couch next to me, gesturing for me to sit down. I obliged, but faced my knees towards him, preventing him from sitting closer to me. After our first meeting I was a little worried to be alone with him in his apartment.

Mason poured two shots then turned to me.

“So let’s play a game, shall we?” he said grinning at me.

“What sort of game?” I asked.

“Well I get to ask you a question and you have to answer truthfully, if you don’t ten you have to take a shot. Got it?” I nodded my head.

“Ok first question, did you enjoy our kiss the other night?”

I was shocked by his question. “Wow, you don’t waste any time do you?”

Mason chuckled. “No, now answer the question please, or take a shot.”

I shot him a very bad evil glare then reached over, picked up the glass and threw it to the back of my throat. I winced as I felt the warm liquid burn down my throat. I put down the glass and looked back at Mason. He sent me a cocky smirk, then poured me another drink.

“Your turn”

“Ok, why are you in therapy?” I asked him, curiously.

“Well, because of of my drug addiction.” He said grimly, watching, waiting for my reaction.

I looked up at him, shocked. I felt the memories of Jai begin to come back, of how he used to be a drug addict and how he struggled to stop twice.

“Are you ok?” Mason asked me. I looked up at him, saying nothing, then reached over and threw another drink down my throat.

“Ok, I take that as I no. look I’m sorry if this makes you feel a little uncomfortable. But you should know that I’m not violent or anything, I won’t hurt you. I’m not even high right now.”

“But you still take them?” I asked him. my voice so low, he must have had to strain his ears to hear me.

Mason didn’t say anything, he didn’t have to. The silence said it all.

I reached over and grabbed his full shot glass and threw my head back. “Look I don’t care what you do now or what you did in the past. This is your life so you have to make the choice that is best for you ok. I can’t tell you otherwise and nor can anyone else, understand?”

Mason simply nodded his head then poured two more shots. We both picked up our glasses and took a shot, slamming the glasses back on the table at the same time.