Unique

Twenty two - Time's up & A very drunk Avery

 Harry stayed at my place for a little while after that. When I a hear a small knock on my door I carefully stand up and walk towards the door. Slowly I open the door and frown when no one is in the hallway, just when I'm about to close the door a brown envelop catches my attention. I bend down to retrieve it and, they must have knocked after leaving it here. With my eyes focused on the envelop I close my door and sit back down on my couch.

I couldn't help but have a bad feeling about this mysterious letter. The sender clearly doesn't want to be known since I didn't see anyone in the hallway. With my heart racing I carefully open it and take out whatever was in it. When I see the picture my heart drops.

"No, no, this isn't happening," I whisper to myself. In my hands I was holding pictures of my mother. Not just normal everyday pictures, no. These were pictures of her being tied up in a chair, bruises all over her body, blood streaming down her face. The pictures were taken from different angles and some of them were close ups. On one of the pictures "Time's up" was written. 

Feeling sick I run to my bathroom and throw up whatever was left in my stomach. Tears stream down my face as I sit on the bathroom floor and wipe my mouth with a paper towel. I start sobbing and cover my face with my hands. I knew I shouldn't think they would just leave me alone. I was lucky my mother was not dead, but they still hurt her.

What would be next? Killing her? Hurting one of my other family members? I sigh and wipe away my tears. Standing up I clean myself up and suddenly find myself standing in front of my door all dressed. I know actually what to to forget what happened. 

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Alcohol, that's what I needed. Hence the reason I was standing in this liquor show. I walked along the aisles and ended up with a six pack of beer and two bottles of bourbon, beer wasn't gonna get me drunk enough for what happened the past days.

"That's a lot of alcohol for someone to drink on their own," the cashier chuckles.

"Uhm, I'm going to a party this evening and we had to bring alcohol," I make up.

"Oh, well, have fun," he smiles. I smile back and grab the bag.

"Thank you, have a nice afternoon," I thank him and with that I walk out of the shop back to my apartment. When I arrive back I put the liquor on my coffee table and sit down on my couch. Hesitant I look at the alcohol. Should I? I know alcohol isn't gonna solve my problems, but they might help to forget them for a while.

"Fuck it," I say and take on of the beers. As soon as it's opened I drink the whole bottle in no time. I open another bottle and finish it within one minute. Deciding this wasn't gonna get me drunk soon enough I open the bottle of bourbon. 

When I take a swig I feel the liquid burning in my throat, I didn't care though, I needed to be intoxicated to forget about everything.

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Harry's pov:

"Avery? What are you doing here?" I ask surprised when I see her in my doorway.

"Just wanna say hi," she says and smiles lazily at me.

"You're drunk," I sigh.

"Well, took you long enough to figure out," she slurs. I roll my eyes and cross my arms.

"So, are you gonna let me in or what?"

"Come in," I mumble and step aside. She nods and stumbles inside towards my couch to collapse on it, still holding a bottle of bourbon.

"Okay, you can give me that," I say and walk towards her.

"Give you what?"

"That bottle," I clarify and nod to the bottle of bourbon clutched in her hand.

 "Hell no," she defends.

"You're fucking pissed Avery, I'm not gonna watch and see how you drink yourself in a coma."

"I have a reason why I'm drinking, Harry, well, at least I had one."

"And that is?"

"Don't know,"

"Then give me the bottle," I say through clenched teeth. Avery looks at me, poison in her eyes clenching her jaw.

"No."

Without a warning I stalk over to her and jerk the bottle out of her hand. I quickly walk to the kitchen en poor what's left of the liquid in my sink.

"You asshole!" Avery screams and walks towards me. She starts hitting me on my chest, I quickly take her wrists in my hands and look at her.

"Avery, stop," I say quietly. She looks at me and swallows.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you have beautiful eyes?" she asks and stares at me.

"Avery," I whisper and let go of her wrists.

"You need to tell me what's going on."

"No," she shakes her head.

"I was drinking to forget about something, I don't want to think about it!"

"You need, to sober down," I say quietly.

"No! I don't want to think about it Harry!" she screams and starts hitting me again. I sigh and grab a hold of her wrists.

"Let me go!" she yells. I just pull her body against mine taking both wrists in one hand to use the other to rub her back.

"You need to sober up and tell me what's going on, only then I can help you," I explain.

"Please don't," Avery sobs.

"I can't handle to remember it."

Avery starts to sob even harder and I feel how her knees get weak. Together I lower myself to floor and allow her to sit down still hugging her to my chest. We sit there a while on the ground before Avery fell asleep.

Carefully so I don't wake her I pick her up and carry her to my bedroom. I quickly tuck her in and then I walk back to the couch to sit down on it. I place my elbows on my knees and rest my head in my hands running my fingers through my hair.

What had upset Avery so much that she had to drink away her sorrow?

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School tomorrow :(( Really not looking forward to it

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- Laure xx