Rin Jones

Chapter 9

A couple days later...

Yukio's P.O.V.

I walked into Rin's apartment. I had left to go to the store to get a couple things we forgot the first time we went to the store. When I walked in, I saw Rin sitting on the couch drinking a bottle of alcohol. I didn't know what type. The bottle was three quarters of the way gone. Maybe it was full before now. There was no doubt he was drunk at this point. I sighed and put my hand on my forehead before he looked at me, while in the middle of a sip and stopped taking a sip to look at me.

"Rin, again?" I said with a sigh. He didn't respond as I put the bag in the kitchen and walked back before trying to take the bottle away from him. But he wouldn't let me have it. "Rin, give it up. You probably had enough."

"No." He said in a drunken voice.

"Rin. You have to know when to stop when you're drinking. A little alcohol to help with your panic attacks and nightmares is okay. But not to the point where you're drunk. It's going to get unhealthy." I said as I continued to trying to get the bottle from him, but he still didn't let it go.

"No, it's the only thing that helps me."

"And talking to me doesn't?"

"I'm not very open, you know that. I hate talking about my problems."

"But that doesn't mean you should drink your problems away. You're going to become an alcoholic."

"I may already be one, but more control of myself."

"Rin. Give. It. Up." I said in a stern voice. But he gave me an annoyed look and still didn't give me the bottle. I sighed again before saying something. "Fine, I'll let you drink this much only for tonight. Got it?" I said before he nodded and took another sip. I took off my coat and shoes before leaving them by the door. Then I walked back over and sat on the couch next to him. To keep an eye on him, incase he tried to do anything stupid. After a few moments of silence, I finally said something.

"I really don't like that you drink this much." I said as he glanced at me.

"Well, least I don't take drugs like other people."

"You have your point, but you can still get addicted to it. Have you ever got mad over not having alcohol?"

"One time, I had a really bad day and just needed a glass to cool me down. I found the bottle on the shelf because someone had moved it."

"How often do you drink?"

"I usually have a glass as I work at night. Sometimes me and a friend day drink together if she has a bad day." He said before taking another sip out of the bottle.

"'She'? Is she the person you're in a relationship with that you mentioned?" I asked before he started to laugh. Like drunk laugh and a snort.

"Oh no, she has a boyfriend. It's not me. I'm not interested to have a romantic relationship with her."

"Why?"

"Because she's a woman. I'm not interested in women."

"You're not?"

"Yeah, because I'm gay. I never told you and you never figured it out. I was going to tell you that when I was ready."

"Are you ready to tell me that?" I said before he laughed again.

"No! I'm not ready, I'm drunk!" He said as his laugh turned into little childish giggles.

"Why didn't you tell me? Besides not being ready to."