The Adventures of Macy and Travis

One Big Fight

"Relapse is a common effect of addiction. It's normal. You can't just start drinking again because it happened. Why would you give up? That's like the dumbest thing I have ever heard." I shouted angrily. I jerked the bottle out of his hand.         

                "Give it back." He said darkly. "Now." I shook my head.

           "I am trying to help you. You may not give a shit about yourself, but I do. I don't want you to get drunk off your ass and get hit by a bus or something." He was in my face and he tried to reach it.

                "Travis." I warned lowly.

        "You are such a bitch." He yelled, turning around and stomping into the kitchen.

                "I'm a bitch for caring about you?" I asked in disbelief. "Why are you being an asshole?"

            "I'm not being an asshole. I'm sick and tired of you acting like you own me or something. Telling me to quit drinking I can drink all day if I want. I can get drunk off my ass and get hit by a bus IF I WANT TO." He was angrier than I had ever seen him but I didn't care I was mad.

                "Shut the hell up. Shut up." I shouted. "You're acting like a huge dick, Trav. You know you shouldn't get drunk off your ass but you do. You're mama don't even like you doing it." He cringed at the word 'mama'.

                "Don't act like you know my mother." He threatened.

             "Let me act like I don't know someone who has been a second mother to me. My God, I hate you sometimes. I hate you." I said weakly.

         "I'm always the one to make sure you are okay, Trav. You don't appreciate any of it. I care about you, that's what friends do. They care about each other, and they take care of each other. They certainly don't lie to their friends and make them walk home alone in the dark."

                His eyes filled with guilt. "Mace." He said quietly.

                        "You were doing so good, Trav. I was so proud of you. Everyone who knew you was proud of you. Can't you just see how many people love you? You don't even love yourself. All I've ever tried to do my whole life is let you know that you are loved, that you are capable of loving yourself. You don't understand though. I know all your secrets, I know how you got that scar on your face, I know how bad your Dad sucks. I know. I know it all and you won't even listen to me at all when I tell you what you are doing is terrible for you. I'm worried about you, but I'm such a bitch that I can't do this anymore. I have to go." I said grabbing my phone and my apartment key.

                "Babe, you're not a bitch. Come here." He held my hand stopping me from opening the door. I looked up at him and I couldn't meet his eyes.

                "I have to go." I said again quieter.

        "Where are you going? This is our place. Mace." He was freaking out, I could tell.

                "Isaiah's." I responded.

        "You're running again. Damn it, Macy." He yelled.

                He let go of my hand and walked back over to the kitchen grabbing the bottle of Jack. He took a big drink of it and then threw it. It shattered across the wall. "Things get hard, or we get in a fight and you run. That's all you do is run." He came closer to me and I was frozen in place.

                "What about no more running? That's what you are doing right now, you're running cause things are getting tough. This shit don't just work out, we have to fight for this." He said gesturing between us.

                        "I have to go." I repeated.

                  I reach for the door and made the mistake of looking back at him. He was giving me this look telling me not to leave. "Don't go." He whispered.

                        "What are we gonna do? Sit here and fight again? Cause you're not gonna stop drinking, you're dad is sick, and you're mom is halfway across the state. I've been trying, Trav. I want to help you, the last thing I want is for you to be alone."

                "Then don't leave, Mace. If you don't want me to be alone, don't leave." He said desperately.

            "I think we both need some space. I'm just a bitch and you're just an alcoholic." I said quietly. I kissed his cheek and let my lips linger longer than necessary.

                His eyes were filled with pain, and he didn't understand how hard it was for me to walk through the door. As soon as the door was shut I heard him scream in frustration. The tears began to roll down my face before I could stop them. I walked all the way to Isaiah's.

                He was laughing when he answered the door but the second he seen the mascara running down my cheeks he stopped. "What's wrong, Macy?" He asked as he pulled me inside his house.

                        "Who is it, Babe?" A girly voice shouted from the other room.

                "It's my sister." He looked down at me again and pulled me into his brotherly arms like when I was a kid and scraped my knee. A girl I'm assuming was Rachel came around the corner wearing an apron. She looked worriedly down at me.

                        "What's wrong, Macy? You're gonna have to talk to me." He said again.

                "Travis." I answered between hiccups.

                        "Did you guys fight or something?" He asked as I nodded.

                "He called me a bitch and usually I take great pride in that but not from him. I don't know what's wrong with us, Isaiah. He came home drunk last night and this morning he was drinking again. I tried to get him to stop, he had been doing so good. It had been 3 weeks since he drunk anything at all. He just gave up because he relapsed. We fought, and I left even though he wanted me to stay. I'm so scared, he's my best friend." I cried.

                "I'm sure everything will be alright. I think you need to take a nap or something though." He petted my hair and lifted me up. He sat me down on the couch and found me a cover.

                        "Is she going to be okay?" Rachel asked timidly.

                "Not without him, she won't." He said and I heard him kiss her forehead right before I fell asleep.