Life Without You//A Hamliza Story//Sequel

Ch 49

A/N- So, people everywhere in the world wins money by winning some in some type of game. But here in the Midwest, we aren't normal and win money by praying that a cow takes a dump on your square -_-. That's Illinois for ya.

But really, I have to go to a Cow Pie Bingo, play the halftime show, listen to the middle school kids, eat food, and hang out with friends in a few hours, so sorry if there are any mistakes. I'm typing quick. 

Eliza POV

     After I manage to get Philip to fall asleep from getting him excited, I start to make my way downstairs. The first thing I see is a drunk Alexander. Of coarse. He always either writes or drinks his problems away. I try to get him to stop, but he can't. It's like his personal drug.

     Then I think: how is he already drunk? I look at the clock. Has it really been almost two hours since the argument? I guess time flies when you're having quality time with your son.

     I walk the rest of the way down when he notices me. He goes back to his drink as I walk around the kitchen, about to make a cup of water and go to my own bed. I felt something around my waist. I turn around and see Alex standing there. Well, trying to stand. He was so drunk, that it looked like he was almost holding me for support before he passed out. 

Eliza- Get. Off me.

Alexander- Why?

Eliza- I don't want you near me after what you did.

Alexander- Aw, what did I do to hurt my baby?

Eliza- Don't call me baby either. We had this discussion many times, and we both hate when we call each other those pet names. Now, back off.

Alexander- But I looooooove you.

Eliza- Well, go to bed.

Alexander- But thiss drink is so good.

Eliza- Drink water. I can't deal with a grown man being so drunk that he hurts someone else or something.

Alexander- Aw, I'm not gonna hurt anything, Betsey.

Eliza- Alexander! Go to sleep now! I'll lock up the house!

Alexander- How 'bout you lock up the house, and we'll have fuuun.

Eliza- I can't.

Alexander- It's eassssy. Jus drink some of thisss.

     He holds the glass in front of me.

Eliza- I can't do any of that because of the baby.

Alexander- Wha? Who's baby?!

Eliza- It's yours.

     I'm getting even more frustrated than before.

Alexander- Ohhhh congratulations to meeeee.

Eliza- Alex, go to bed. You're drunk.

Alexander- I'll go when you go.

Eliza- I'm not going to bed.

Alexander- Then I won't. I'm just gonna keep drinkin' then.

Eliza- ALEX! Go. To. Bed.

Alexander- Alex no.

Eliza- Alex, yes.

Alexander- ALEX NOOOOOO.

Eliza- ALEX YESSSSS. Now go!

     He just let's go of me and starts walking. He "places" his cup on the table, but he misses and it shatters. He mutter's an "oops" and keeps walking. Well, he tries. He steps on the first stair, and his body completely shuts down and falls to the floor. Welp, I'm not going to help him up.

     It's his fault for drinking. It's always his fault.

I'm so sorry for the short chapter. I'll update when I get back