Crash and Burn

19. Wild Night

It had to be at least a few hours that Mel and I just sat there in silence. Or at least, as silent as the room can be. The only noise the reverberated the room was the sound of our deep breaths, sighs and my phone's constant vibrating. What part of needing time and calling when I was ready does she not understand? I pulled my phone from my pocket and saw the full list of texts, missed calls and voicemails, all from Demi. The screen flashed away from my wallpaper to show that I had another incoming call. I stared at it, my thumb hovering over the icon of the receiver. "Don't answer that." Mel swiped my phone from my hand and placed it face down on the coffee table in front of us. "You need some time to think this through and process things but first, you need comfort. I'll go get the pizza and the snacks from the store, you go upstairs and clean up. We're having a movie marathon when I'm back. It's going to be a wild night."

I sat back down on the couch after a quick shower and unpacking all my still clean clothes out of my suitcase. I glanced over at the bottle of tequila that still sat three quarters full. Mel said comfort, right? So why the fuck not? I sighed and I took the bottle in my hands and stared at it. You know why not. I rolled my eyes at the stupid internal battle that was going on before uncapping the bottle and taking a much needed swig. Picking up my phone that was still lying on the table, I unlocked it and saw twice the amount of notifications that I had before Mel took it from me. Taking a few gulps from the bottle, I decided to throw Demi a bone and listen to all the voicemails that she had left.

After listening to all the voicemails, I sat there with tears streaming down my eyes again. They were all the same damn thing.

Call me.

I can't lose you.

I'm sorry.

You were right.

I made a mistake.

Forgive me.

Almost half the bottle of tequila was gone now and I could feel the effects of the alcohol. I felt more relaxed and the pain is definitely not as bad as it was but Mel has to hurry with the food before I hurl all over the place. I'm not drunk, that's for sure, but I'm in a damn good place. Demi can kiss my ass. I felt my phone vibrate again and of course, she was calling again. I'm not the most polite when I'm drinking and Demi already knows that from the last drinking call I had with her; and the amount of times she was calling was really starting to annoy me so I picked up the phone with the intent of asking her to shut the fuck up. "Oh thank God you answered. Alex, I'm so sorry, please forgive me. Max told me that he drove you to the airport. Where are you? Are you safe?" I let out a big sigh and leaned my head back on the couch. "Demi, please stop calling me. I need to think about what happened and I'll call you when I'm ready." I heard a sniffle and had to fight my own tears from falling down my cheeks. "You understand that, don't you?" It was silent for a while except for the occasional sniffle and I almost hung up. It couldn't have been more than a minute but I'm not patient when I'm drinking either. "Yeah, I understand. Promise me you'll call me though." This time, I was the one that left her with silence.

"Alex?"

I opened my mouth to reply her but Mel walked in the door and headed straight to the kitchen, leaving the door open. I covered the receiver with my hand to yell at her to close the door behind her when someone else walked in. I dropped the phone onto the couch and stood up while she walked over to me and embraced me in a tight hug. "I ran into Mel at the store. She told me what happened and I thought you needed a legal friend to get drunk with you tonight." I smiled at her when we pulled away and pulled her down onto the couch with me. "Thanks Jess." I looked down where I dropped my phone and watched as the call disconnected. She hung up. Oh well, you got what you deserved, bitch.

Light shone through the crack in the blinds, casting the tiniest glow in the room. I groaned at my pounding head and flipped over in bed, only to have my arm slap another body. My eyes widened and panic shot through me. What the fuck happened last night? Before I could give a second thought, I felt my stomach clench and the sick rising in a flash. I threw the sheets off my body and ran into the ensuite, barely making the toilet before emptying my guts. I reached up to flush away the mess and leaned against a surface nearest to me. I remember Jessica coming back with Mel, eating almost everything Mel had bought and then just drinking. Oh fuck. Jessica. Dread filled my body and I threw myself over the toilet, hurling and gagging into it again. "Get it all out, champ." I felt a hand hold my hair back and another rubbing my back. That wasn't Mel's voice. She'd never call me champ either.

Jessica.

After I was finally done, I thanked Jessica and rushed her out of my room so I could take a very long shower, hoping that by the time I was done, I wouldn't have to face Jessica. I know, I know; fucking and bolting will hurt her feelings and everything but I don't think I could say no to her if she brought up getting back together. I'd feel too guilty if I said no or I'll say yes and string her along even though I knew deep down that my heart belongs to Demi. It's been 5 years since I've felt like that.

Demi.

I wasn't any better than her now and it was all because of a drunken hook up with an ex.

I walked down the stairs feeling much better after the hour long shower that I had. The smell of food wafted the hallways and I could feel my stomach grumbling. "Whatcha cooking?" I called out as I walked into the kitchen and headed straight to the fridge. I needed electrolytes, stat. "My famous hangover breakfast." I froze when I heard the voice. What was she still doing here? "Where's Mel?" Jessica pointed up with the spatula in her hand. "Still sleeping, I think. Why don't you go wake her up? Breakfast is almost ready." I nodded and ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time. When I burst through Mel's bedroom door, I frowned when I saw the bed already made. There were no sounds coming from the bathroom either. I started walking back to my bedroom to grab my phone so I could call her. Now I was getting worried. Where the fuck is she?

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