Come Here and Save Me.

Part 3

Chloe:

My heavy eyes gradually opened and the usual frequent pounding occurred in my head the moment I was fully awake. My gaze immediately fell to the empty plastic bottle in my hand, before I crashed, water was my remedy. Steadying myself to sit, I lifted my head and felt a rush of sickness run through my body and I was rapidly pulled back down by the arm wrapped around my waist. This was normal, waking up to boys I had never caught the names of but, even though I may have been drunk, I always knew what I was doing and I knew for fact this guy hadn’t been fucked last night, not by me anyway. 
I wriggled out of his grip and released the grip I held on the plastic neck of the empty bottle, allowing it to fall to the floor with a slight shudder.

Scanning the room, I found absolutely no sight of Sammie and once my feet were in my shoes, I darted to the door before anybody else could hand me another dose of my fix. The humid night air being the only side effect of my self admitted addiction. And once that hit me, I became aware of how wasted I actually was. Turning the corner, I became slightly unbalanced and even more queasy as more of the cloudy and dark atmosphere entered my infused system.

I checked my phone or from what I could make out of it anyway: 2:55 am. If only I hadn’t let the drink get the better of me, I wouldn’t of been in this mess. Or state, even. It was all self inflicted really, but it gave me a kick, put me on a high - What more could I possibly ask for?

And my trail of thoughts and explanatory happiness would of still been apparent if I didn’t walk head first into the body of someone taking a late night walk.

‘Would you watch where your going in future?’ I cried, my knees buckling from beneath me and implying me to fall to the stone floor with a simple thud.

‘Well maybe if you kept your eyes on the path you wouldn’t be in this mess.’

I muttered a ‘Seriously.’ Under my breath which turned into a uncontrollable slur.

‘Sorry…’ Came the raspy voice which suddenly enthralled me. A hand inched closer to me.

I looked up at the body and thanks to the dimly lit streetlamp, I could just about make out the dark figure of the curly haired lad. I accepted his offer and gently tugged at his hand and allowed him to pull me back onto his level.

My knees almost gave way again as I fixed my foggy glare upon his mesmerizing emerald eyes. This time, I knew that the alcohol wasn’t to blame.

‘Look at you,’ He gave a throaty laugh. ‘You’re a drunken mess.’ He commented, letting go of my hand.

I suddenly felt my heart plummet into my stomach. I’d heard that phrase so many times before. In the past, it had never been directed towards me and had always been followed with a scowl, leaving my mother’s voice in the harshest and most upset way I’d ever witnessed. First my father…Now me.

I blinked up at him, attempting to hold myself together and hold my tears inside.

‘I-I, I’m sorry.’ I stuttered finally, praying that my words wouldn’t slur in the way Sammie was so used to hearing.

I was, in a nutshell ‘a drunken mess’.

‘How far away is your home?’ The anonymous boy questioned, his tone now filled with noted concern.

‘From here? Only about ten minutes.’ I pointed to the block of flats just across the street.

His gaze followed my outstretched arm, towards the city ahead of us. ‘Let me walk you.’ He quipped.

‘You don’t have to.’ I breathed, acknowledging the small store which was opposite with the neon flashing ‘Spirits and Wines’ hanging above it.

‘Just one more bottle.’

‘Just one.’

‘One last one for the night.’
My brain had already gotten the better of me.

‘I’ll walk, you guide.’ He parted his plump lips to reveal his pearly whist teeth as his lips curled into a crooked smirk.

I nodded, despite wanting more alcohol more than anything else right now. Even if it did mean missing out on walking home with an extremely attractive lad.

‘It’s Harry by the way.’ He held out another hand.

I tore all of my attention away from the store across the road and tried my best to seem interested in him.
‘Huh?’ I shrugged, missing his words.

‘It’s Harry by the way.’

I smiled over to him. ‘Chlo.’ I held my smile in place, carefully shaking his offered hand.