As Marissa lay in bed that night. She felt empty and she knew something was missing, and she knew exactly what. She went into her side cabinets drawers and pulled out one of the ½ litre of vodka from within. She poured it down her throat and the burning sensation she was so used to had gone. She was used to drinking. She done it every night since he left. She suddenly began to feel complete as the alcohol trickled down her throat. After her first bottle, she still felt empty and went for her second ½ litre. Deep down she knew she couldn't go on like this forever, but for now she would. She finished her second bottle. When she heard a knock on the door. She hid the two bottles and sat up in bed. It was DJ, just what she needed she thought.
"Hey" he said as he entered the room.
"Hey, I'm kinda tired, please can you leave?" she replied.
With that DJ left and Marissa turned to her third bottle. Soon the fourth would come and then she would pass out. Normally before it reached that stage she would ring him, just to hear his voice again. This had been her every night since he had left. She couldn't cope. All she wanted was to be in his arms. She presumed he knew it was her by now. She rang just about every night, normally she would just breathe heavily down the phone and hang up before she started to cry. However occasionally she had still been on the phone when she started to cry.
She reached for her phone and typed in the number 1 and called him. She had him on speed dial.
"Hello" he answered the phone.
"Who's this?" he asked when she didn't reply.
She started breathing heavily and he just listened and stopped talking. Just to hear her voice brought butterflies into his stomach. She finished her fourth bottle hid it with the other empty ones and started crying down the phone.
He couldn't just let her cry. He knew why she was crying. He wanted to comfort her. He got out of bed and headed towards the other room with the phone tight against his ear. Her crying got louder and more heavy. He knew she had been drinking. She did every night. He gently whispered Marissa.
Marissa froze. He did know it was her. She simply sobbed back Ryan. With that she hung up.