High Off Love

Chapter 8

August 23rd

I wake up to the smell of bacon. Toby isn't in bed next to me. I get up and see Toby making breakfast.

"Thanks for making breakfast." I say hoping to break friction between us.

"It's not for you." He is still mad.

I take a deep breath and walk over to him. He won't look at me. I stare at him. He still won't look at me.

"Toby I'm sorry." I finally say.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" He asks finally looking at me.

"Yes I remember everything. I also remember you telling my sponsor the other day that the deal was off. What's the deal Toby?" Gosh Alice, I suck at this.

He opens his mouth but nothing comes out.

"The truth Toby."

"Your sponsor hired me, to talk to you. She couldn't get you to talk, but I could so then she hired me. I had been in rehab for two years, so she knew she could trust me. I didn't think I would fall in love with you." Guilt covers his eyes as he sees my tear covered eyes.

I can't cry. My eyes are full of them, but I won't let them fall. If you think about it, it's not the worst thing that could happen. It's actually not that bad. I really don't think all the stuff he said to me was fake, but it doesn't hurt to ask. "Was everything you said and did fake?" I force through my lips.

"It was going to be, 'till I saw your pain filled eyes, and heard your soft voice. Your voice that might not be so innocent, but sounded like an angel to me." That was romantic, even for him.

"Ok. I forgive you." I admit giving him a skeptical look. I have done some really bad things before, so I can forgive him for this.

His eyes go from scared to relief. I need a drink.

I break the silence by saying, "your such a cheese ball."

He smiles and realizes that he burnt the bacon. I walk out if the room, into the bathroom to brush my hair. I see a scale. I step on it, how have I lost weight? I'm trying to gain it back.

I walk out of the bathroom.

"I'm going to the store." I'm a horrible person.

I grab my phone and leave before he asked any questions. This is going to be the last time I drink. Last night I didn't get to prepare for it to be my last. Now, I have to act sober.

I make it to the bar.

"Vodka." The word loves to come out of my mouth. "Just add it to my room." I say as I hand him the card.

One drink, two drinks, three drinks, eight drinks, vibrating phone. "Alice" I'm not calling myself.

This is Toby's phone. Toby is probably looking for me. Time to act sober. I stand up and realize this is going to be harder than I thought. I start walking and it gets easier. What floor am I on again.

Another call from myself of his phone.

"Hel..lo" That wasn't so hard.

"Alice, you grabbed my phone. When are you coming back?"

"I'm actually.. on the elevator right now." I hang up.

Sober. Act sober. Maybe if I repeat the word enough times I will act sober. Floor eighteen pops into my mind. I press the button.

"Floor eighteen" The elevator voice says.

"Thanks Jennifer." I exclaim with a deeper voice and put my hand to my forehead. She sounds like a Jennifer.

I try and walk a straight line. Damn it, I forgot my room key. I knock on the a door that I assume is our room.

"Well hello." Shit, wrong room.

I run down the hall to the next room. I do the same thing as last time, and hope this is the right door. Sure enough, Toby opens the door. He smirks.

Say something sexy.. "Hey sexy." I try and say in a sexy voice.

I push him up against the wall. We are kissing, hard. Until he pushes me off him. I was really getting fired up, and so was he.

"Your drunk." How does he know?

"Here's your phone." I smile and hand it to him.

Press the button. Press the button. He presses the button. Looks at me then puts his phone down.

He runs his fingers through his hair. Then takes a deep breath.

"I'm glad your not mad." That actually didn't sound so bad.

"I am so angry, that I don't even act it. I have nothing to say." He walks off into our room, and shuts the door.

Then he walks out.

"Go in there." He points.

I smile at him then walk in there, moving my butt in a cute way.

"I'm glad you forgave me so we can do this." I flirt.

He moves in. "We aren't doing anything but talking."

"You tricked me." I slur.

Now I don't have to try and act sober, that didn't last long.

"I can't be with you if your going to do this." He says swallowing.

"Do what?" I know what he is talking about, I just don't want to tell myself what it is.

"Lie, and drink." He states, looking down at his shoes.