Jenalyn: From the Inside (#3) [Complete]

Chapter 22: Tyler

Monday, 10:01 A.M. PST

I couldn’t stay for the entirety of our meeting with M. Everyone is pissed considering that we’ve been planning this for months, but it is what it is.

I need a drink like... now.

I went to the liquor store and bought myself a bottle with little thought. It’s not even 10 AM and I’m already hitting a bottle... what is Hayden doing to me?

Gage said I should wait for her to come home, and get everything out on the table. I’m not sure about that though. 

If I wait for her to be standing in front of me to decide if I want to be with her? I’ll inevitably choose to be with her. Maybe it’s best I decide before she comes home, and I’m back under her influence.

I take a double shot as soon as I make it through my front door. It may be best to do that, but I’m not sure I can. She’s not even around, and I’m under her influence. 

Am I stuck here forever now? If I am, am I really that mad about it?

I love Hayden; I really fucking do. I’ve loved other women too though, and after a certain point, I could let go!. If I wanted to let go of Hayden, wouldn’t I have done it already?

I must not want to. She has to be a witch!

Another double shot, and I’m loosening up. I wasn’t expecting the alcohol to hit so fast, but then again I’ve eaten nothing since waking up. 

I need music or something. I’m finally able to get her off my mind, and I want to relax.

The walk to the living room is euphoric, and I silently thank myself for taking that trip to the alcohol store. I turn on the surround sound stereo and start jamming out to the first song that comes on- I don’t even know what it is. Finding the bottle is an effortless task, and before I know it, I’m chugging.

The thought of it being a bad idea crosses my mind. The thought of my being hung up on Hayden rather than hungover from the alcohol is quick to push it from my head though.

I stumble back onto my sofa, staring at the ceiling fan as it circles. I don’t even notice the bottle spilling on the cushion beside me until it seeps onto my jeans.

Damn, we just bought this couch. Gage is going to freak out.!

I should get up to clean it, but I don’t. I just sit here feeling like crap, but so much better than I did.