Love me where I'm most ruined

"Crawl inside this body- find me where I'm most ruined, love me there."
-Rune Lazuli

"Hey, no more whisky for you", the young woman warned, looking down at the whisky glasses, "I don't want you to die here, who knows what the police would think." The addressed man tried to contradict but his voice cracked and he couldn't bring a decent word over his lips. He wasn't sure whether he had drunk two or ten glasses of alcohol, whether it was 10 pm or 2 am, whether he was still alive or not. But he was sure that it wasn't enough by far. The alcohol didn't seem to help anymore, all his problems came crashing down, drowning him in self hate and depression.
"Hey, Davey!?"
The man slightly moved his head towards the voice.
"I'll take you home"
He couldn't comprehend the following words, and he also couldn't quite remember what happened after that. The next thing he knew was him laying in his bed, body aching and throat sore. It must be early afternoon, through the ringing in his ears he could hear the muffled laughter of kids playing soccer, baseball or whatever they were up to these days.
Groaning, he tried to move, hissing as the pain got worse. But he didn't give up and somehow managed to get into the kitchen where he grabbed some ibuprofen pills and swallowed them. Dry.

Hello there, Author one here ;) I write this book with someone else. So don't be surprised if the style suddenly switches lol. This book will contain scenes involving trauma, such as a abusive household, homophobia, and other sensitive topics that I will add later. Please read with caution. (I'm not sure how bad it's gonna be though lmao.) Also, we're both not fluent in english but we're trying out best.