lucy, i'm drunk

XV

- baby i would die for you -
[ lucy's pov ]

i woke up at an unknown room and i kept on dreaming how chris was saying that he loves me. why was it a dream...

i slowly noticed that this is chris' room at the trap house. he wasn't beside me. i turned on my phone and it was 12 pm.

the door from the room then opened and i saw chris beat up.

i quickly stood up and ran to him. when i was in front of him he let out tears. i've never seen him cry and from the stories cj and meek told me, he was never the type to cry. he was always the one who told thers not to cry because thats a sign of weakness.

"oh my god chris..." i wipe his tears and pushed his hair back to only see his forehead filled with blood.

he started sobbing.
crying.

i didn't know how to react. i wanted to ask him how he is but its obvious he is not alright. he is hurting, but why is he hurting?

he then hugged me and put his head against my shoulder.

"everything will be alright..."

those words seemed to calm him and he calmed down his crying.

"you need to rest okay?" i say putting him in bed.

"lay down beside me, please." he said.

i smiled "i will, i'll just get a cloth, you're filled with blood..." i went to him and gave him a kiss.

he nodded and let out a weak smile.

i went downstairs and saw tyson, meek and cj playing 2k.

"anyone know where the first aid is at?" i ask.

everyone ignored me because they were all busy playing their stupid game.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS THE FIRST AID AT???" i shout and everyone got scared.

"its at the drawer there beside the fridge, damn...." cj said.

"i get why chris likes you..." meek says winking at me. i rolled my eyes and went over the kitchen and got the first aid. that drawer was filled with so much guns. i got the first aid and went upstairs.

i opened the door and chris had a oxycodone. i looked at him as i sigh "you're not gonna be fucking high beside me."

"just one pill, that's all." he said.

"i told you and i won't change my mind. you won't fucking be high in front of me and i won't let you kill yourself. you already sniffed whites yesterday and took a xan before you went to sleep. you probably already popped another one in the morning and now you wanna take a percocet?"

"it's not big of a deal..." he said standing up from the bed.

"chris, yes it is."

"look, this is the way i live, i can control myself... you're making me sound like a drug addict." he said removing his hoodie and he stayed just with his sweatpants. his shoulders were so wide oh my god.

i walked over to him "chris, i'm worried and these pills kill you...."

he turned around and grabbed my face "i'm perfectly fine, i'm just feeling a lot of pain right now... i just need something to numb this alright? i'm not killing myself..." he then kissed my forehead.

even though he said that i couldnt help but still be worried.

i then went to the bathroom to get a bucket of water and a towel. i came back and he looked at me confused.