Rampaige. [Editing]

Drunk off Love

PAIGE POV-

I got home with some beers in the back seat of my car.

I sighed and wiped the already falling tears from my eyes.

I kicked my apartment door open and threw the beers on the couch. I plopped down next to them and turned to look at them.

Did I really wanna do this? No.

Was this a bad idea? Yep.

Was I still gonna do it? Duh.

I kicked off my shoes.

I sighed, my hands going through my hair in distress.

I then ripped the box open and grabbed one.

I didn't usually do this. But this seemed like a good idea to forget what was happening in my life and what I did wrong.

About an hour later I was almost halfway done with them. I grabbed another and chugged it.

"Why me? Why him? Of all people, why him?" I said out loud.

"It's not fair! I don't deserve this pain. I don't deserve the way he cares for me. I don't deserve anything good in life." I threw the bottle with the remaining beer to the wall and it shattered into pieces.

I remembered that I was barefoot. I didn't care. I was too numb to feel anything anyways. I threw myself onto my knees and cried. I cried for like seemed like forever.

I saw the blood on my knees and hands but I went for another drink.

I had lost track of time but I woke up on the ground with beer bottles and and shattered glass everywhere.

I panicked.

But then I remembered why I did this. Because of her. April Jeanette Brooks. I hate her. I hate her more than I've ever hated anyone before.

I tried to stand up, wobbling.

"I'm sorry," I whispered to myself.

I tried as fast as I could to get to the bathroom. I needed to puke.

I went straight to the toilet and hovered my head over it.

After I finished I went to the sink and gargled water.

I looked on the mirror and sneered at what I was staring back at.

"Disgusting," I said glaring at my reflection.

My makeup was running. I had dried tears on my face, and my hair was a mess. I felt disgusting.

I am disgusting.

Drinking all my problems away is the best way for me. Stupid? Maybe. But it was working.

I laid on the couch, my head beginning to throb. There was a knock on my door.

"Hey Paige you he- oh my gosh Paige!! Are you ok?!!" An Australian accent asked while running to me.

I tried to open my eyes but it didn't work.

"I-I'm fi-ne, I justt dr-ank a few- b-beers to clear m-my mind." I slurred.

"No you're not okay!" She yelled face palming.

"Hey!! I'm pe-rfectly f-ine!" I said.

"No, I think you've had enough to drink, why did you break all this glass?!"

I shrugged and mumbled something that I hoped sounded like an 'I don't know'.

"Wait you stay here. I'll be back okay Raya, I'm just gonna call someone." She said walking out into the hallway.

The door finally opened again, from what seemed like forever.

"Paige!" The voice sounded familiar but my vision was blurry and my eyes were half closed.

"Hmm?" I said tiredly.

"Who are y-you?" I laughed while touching whoever it was's hair.

"What do you mean? It's Phil." He said. It was clearly a man's voice.

"Phil what?" I made a confused face then laughed.

"Naaah, just kidding!" I said smacking his shoulder.

"You're drunk aren't you?"

"Noo! I just had a few drinks." 

"But you're drunk."

"No," I said. "I'm just drunk in love." I pushed myself onto him and into a kiss.

He just stood there. Probably weirded out. He didn't kiss back.

I was about to let go, but he pulled me closer to him. He let me go a few moments later.

"Our little secret." he said.

I smiled, at least I tried to.

"I love you," I slurred putting my arms around his neck.

"Me too, now go get cleaned up." he said while kissing my temple.

I nodded and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

I was getting a headache anyways.

He said that he would see me at Smackdown.

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Author's Note:

Haha I'm in school rn. I rushed on my final so that I could finish writing it and update. You're welcome ((:

Also, I would've told her to shower before she kissed me lmaaoooo. I mean, she was drinking .. Hello? That's gross. But whatever (: