Behind Closed Doors ( Chris Motionless)

Chapter 37: Pissy Drunk

The next night, I was pacing back and forth, waiting for our band to be called up on stage. So many things flew in my mind. I was nervous about the fact that someone from a record label was watching us perform, I was scared that I messed up the words, or if Johnnie drop his drum stick and miss a beat or if Chase and James would run past each other like always and accidentally trip each other and fall. Then I was wondering if Maria and the guys were still coming.

"Liz, calm down, please, you're making us nervous by doing all that pacing," James pleaded.

I nodded my hand and sat down. Finally the time has come, we were called up on stage, we each ran on stage and warmed up the crowd. Of course I scanned for Maria and the guys, and I found them in the back, except...Chris. He wasn't here. I was disappointed, he was the one I wanted to see the most. They threw a thumbs up at me, I slightly smiled, and started our performance.

After our show was over, I ran off stage and ran outside, crying my eyes out, I continued running, I could hear ricky and ryan screaming my name, while running after me. I ran into a busy street, and of course almost got hit by cars three times in a row, but that was the least of my worries. I ran into the woods, and didn't stop until I felt like I was alone. I sat down on the cold, muddy ground, continuing to cry. Maybe I was over exaggerating, but the fact that Chris lied AND didn't come see our gig really upsetted me.

Then flashbacks of my terrible, dark passed popped in my head. The times that I was bullied, abused, and left behind. Everyone left me. And I think Chris left me also.

When I finished my crying session, it began pouring rain, so I got up and walked my way out of the words and into the now empty streets. I walked myself home, and took a long shower. I was beginning to get depressed again. Maria, Ricky, Ryan, Josh, James, Chase, Johnnie and Devin all kept calling and texting my phone. I ignored all of them and lied on my bedroom floor, already gulping down two bottles of gin. I was pissy drunk, and was working on my third one. My phone dinged for the thousandth time. I finally looked at the text.

From James: Hey, we're all worried about you, respond! Why'd you run off? Sean said he liked us and he wants to have a little "interview " with him, so we have to meet him at the Record Label company tomorrow evening at 3:00. Are you okay? Reply asap. Love ya.

I locked my phone and gulped down the rest of my gin, feeling the burning sensation in the pit of my stomach. I stood up, stumbling every five seconds, and walked to the liquor store, buying another bottle. I gulped down half the bottle as I walked the dark streets leading to Chris's house. His lights were off, but I knew he was home because his car was parked in front of his house. I stumbled to his door, and lifted the door matt, where the spare key was, and unlocked the door. When I swung open the door, I fell on to my face, but I didn't feel any pain, I was numb from all the drinking. I took another sip.

Hic cup!

"Shhh...be quiet, Liz," I whispered to myself, then giggled. I got up and walked down the hallway, passed my old room, and passed the bathroom. I stopped at Chris's closed bedroom door. I took another sip, and paused. I heard moaning and giggling. I quietly, turned the doorknob and quietly pushed it open.