Eifersucht #paulchard

Chapter 1

April 11, 1997
01h05h in the morning

/ Paul POV \

I woke up just a few minutes ago, my eyes sting and I have aches everywhere. The place next to me is still hot, but there is no one left.Reesh.
Why did you leave, again? Leaving me alone in this big bed, empty.I want to cry but I can not do it. I have cramps everywhere and my head hurts, I can not think, or at least now.

I squeeze my cushion, squeezing it hard, trying to keep a little warm.

But I'm so cold.I finally manage to cry, only a few tears bead on my cheeks, I sit in my bed, legs down, arms on the head down. I look around me and catch a picture of the last shoot I made with the guys, I put my finger on the picture. I have the picture and I want to get up, I got used to drinking when I smell badly. I go to the stairs of this little house that I rented a short time ago, I decided to rent when I left Arielle and I wanted to have a good time with Richard.

But he still left me alone, me, and the house. I taked myself a big glass of vodka that I do not dilute, and sit down at the bar, taking a first sip.

I do not want to call for help, Richard is my only remedy.

Reesh.  

I wait for everything,  a message on my phone, any one. A "I'm sorry" can be? I know I can not cash it all, but I have to hold on to the shock. And this headache that only worsens .. Enough, I take my drink, finished this fucking glass and took my cell phone before sending a message to Flake.

 "I feel bad, I need help. "

 I waited a little, curled up on myself in my leather sofa before hearing the phone ring. " Where are you ? Do not move, I'm coming. " I feel soothed, I give him my address and stay lying on me even on the couch. We've known him for years with Flake, I've always been there for him as he always was for me at the wrong time. He knows that for some time I have been depressed again. This is not the first time, it happened in 1994 when I fell into a serious depression.  

I heard the sound, I shouted,

 "It's open."

And Flake came in, he had a bag with him. He looked at the bar, the bottle of vodka and the glass was in evidence, he looked at me. 

"Are you drunk yet? "

 I did not answer, he sighed and came to sit next to me. He put his hand on my shoulder, 

"Is Richard still the problem? "

 I was silent, I did not know what to answer him, instead I burst into tears. He hugged me, I put my head on his shoulder. Long tears ran down my cheeks, a few minutes after that calmed down. Flake took his bag and pulled out a photo album. I wondered what his pictures were, then he opened the album. He showed me the pictures, I smiled .. It was the Feeling B era, our era. We looked at the photos for several minutes, before I fell asleep on the couch. Flake fell asleep next to me. 

April 12 1997 - 08h05 in the morning

The sun lit my face, I opened my eyes, I looked at my cell phone. I had a message.

 It was Richard. 

He wanted me to find him.