Saturday Morning
“… more trouble I run into, more trouble I want…”
Aven’s POV
I wake up in someone else’s bed again.
I’m hung over.
My high from last night still lingers.
Whose bed is this?
I’m naked and vulnerable.
Where are my clothes?
Why do I always wind up in this situation?
When will this cycle end?
Robin’s POV
I don’t know why I continue to let Aven destroy herself.
I know she’s heartbroken, but it’s been six months.
I know she wants to forget Greyson.
She can’t keep getting crossfaded and fuck every guy she meets.
She’s killing herself.
No matter how hard I try, she doesn’t listen.
“Aven, where are you, love?” I say under my breath.
As I turn the corner to find her, my best friend comes stumbling down the hall in her underwear.
All I feel is utter pity in my heart.
“C’mon, darling, let’s get you home” I coo.
I wrap my arms around her and guide her out to the car, and we drive home.
“I’m going to run you a hot shower. Come on.”
Aven’s POV
I vaguely realize where I am as Robin pulls into our driveway.
She helps me into the house and I faintly hear her run the shower.
Making a mental note to thank her, I clumsily make my way to the bathroom.
Before she leaves I hear her mumble, “Love, why do you do this to yourself?”
Although I ignore her the question remains in my thoughts.
After my shower I headed to the kitchen to get something to eat.
Robin turns on her heels to face me. “We need to talk.”
Knowing where this is headed, I grab some water, and sit down.
“Okay, go.”
“We’ve got to find a different outlet for you. You’re binging is killing you. I know you’ve been upset since Greyson left bu-“
“Don’t. I don’t want to hear it. I’m leaving. When you decide to be my best friend and not my fucking mother, give me a call.”
Breaking down immediately after leaving the apartment, I cried for an hour.
I wiped my tears, thought “chin up, soldier” and called my hook up.
We met at our usual spot in the park 10 minutes away from the apartment.
After our exchange, I headed to my favorite spot.
The rooftop of my apartment.
Two oxys and a bottle of vodka is what it takes.
Once the high takes hold, there is no turning back.
