It's been every single damn night. I have to deal with his shit...every single night. During the day he's an angel, the best man I could ever have. I knew that Jack, Rian, and Zack were getting to him. I couldn't stand it.
It was a Tuesday, Tuesday, when I heard the door close silently to our bedroom. I knew Alex was home from another night of drinking. I sat up in bed and tured the nightstand light on. He shuttered at the brightness.
"What have you been doing?" I asked with fake sweetness to my voice, crossing my arms and bags under my eyes. I got them from helping Alex throw up each night.
"Just out with the guys." He stuttered a few times as he made his way to the bed, holding onto any and everything he could to keep balance.
"Again?" I wondered.
"Yeah." He smiled crookedly as if nothing was wrong. I got out of bed to perform the regular sober up routine. I used to have to write it down, not anymore.
I helped Alex limp to the toilet. His eyes were lolling about and he had a stupid smile over his face. It made me want to vomit myself! He was so pleasantly ignorant!
I knelt him in front of the commode and stuck my fingers down his throat. It made me want to gag, but it had to be done if I wanted a normal boyfriend in the morning.
After Alex threw up a couple times I drug him over to the sofa. He started muttering to himself sleepily. It was a lot worse this time. I prepared a slice of pizza from the take out I ordered alone.
"Come on, baby. Don't you wanna'?" I looked over at him. He was slumped over and thrusting the air.
"Jesus, Alex, no!" I shouted at him. I had had enough of him.
I gave him the pizza and he scarfed it down as quickly as he could. I knew this could absorb a lot of the alcohol in his system.
"Drink, baby, drink." I handed him a water bottle that I grabbed out of the fridge before coming over. I think he downed that faster than the pizza.
"Holy shit." I could tell he was starting to sober up fast.
"Do you want some coffee?" I asked him. Usually that would sober him up as well.
"No, I'm okay." He shook his head. I could see the headache setting in.
"God, I hate seeing you this way." I shook my head and caressed his face. "I wish you'd stop."
"You hate it that much?" He looked at me funny. "I thought you didn't mind since you took care of me each night." Alex rubbed his temples.
"No, I hate seeing you not able to function normally. It's not funny." I gave him a concerned look. "Let's get you to the shower."
"I think I'll be okay. I just want to sleep." Alex groaned.
"Okay." I sighed sadly.
"Hey." He noticed my emotion. "I promise I'm going to sober up." I smiled at him. "Let's go to bed." He kissed my forehead. I smelled the alcohol on his breath.
"Okay." I mumbled, this time happily.
