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Constance. X
The Break Down.
It was half way through her shift and Connie couldn't cope anymore. All she could think about was where her next drink was coming from. Ever since Jeff's death she was breaking down. Everyone was going to her for comfort but leaving with more stress. Connie was blaming herself for what happen to Jeff.
She walked to her office and closing the door behind her. Leaning against it to hold her weak and fragile body. She pushed away from the door, to her desk. And went into the draw. That's where she found a bottle of vodka. She took it out the draw unscrewed the lid and took a big gulp, she put the bottle to her lips again. This was the only way she could get through the day. By not remembering it. She looked down at the bottle. What was she doing...? She threw the bottle and its contents against the wall of her office. And screamed. Running across the room and sitting on the floor against a bookshelf with her arms around her legs. Crying, no screaming. She had finally broken. Hit rock bottom and nothing could make her better. She hated this, her life. Everything about it. Everyone she loved was either dead or didn't want her. Everyone she knew hated her. No one was there for her. But she had to be there for them.
She screamed again. Hitting the floor. Tears and make up streaming down her bright freckled pink cheeks. She doesn't realize that there is a knock on the door. She's still crying. Zoe enters the room and looks at the emotional wreck that is in the corner of the office. Zoe runs over to Connie.
"Connie, are you a right."
Connie doesn't say a word. Still staring at the floor with tears in her eyes
"CONNIE LOOK AT ME. Come on. You need to look at me."
Connie slowly looks up. She wipes her eyes.
"w-what are you doing here"
"You called, so I came. What's wrong?"
Connie looked away again. She didn't want Zoe to see her not in control. Not able to cope.
"Please Connie. Tell me what's happened."
"J-Jeff died, it was all my fault. I shouldn't of t-taken them out of the hospital. I killed Jeff. I was m..."
Connie broke down again. She didn't know what to do. Everything was a mess and Connie thought it was all her fault.
"Oh Connie. None of this is your fault. Come on. You need to go home."
"No please. I don't want to go home. I don't like it there. I want to stay here. I will be fine." She tried to smile but the emotion crept over her again and she began to cry again.
"No you're going, come on." Connie shook her head. She didn't want to go home." we are not going to your, you're coming back with me. Away from this lot. Come on, anyway you can't drive. "Zoe says looking at the smashed bottle on the ground at the other side of the room, she could smell the alcohol on her breath. "You get your coat and bag, and I will clean up that mess." Connie wipes her eyes again, as well as wiping the makeup which had dripped down her face.
They left the office and then the hospital without anyone seeing them. Got into Zoe's car before driving off to Zoe's house.
Zoe put her key into the front door to her house. Turning. And then entering the house, closely followed by Connie. Zoe went through to the living room where a large open fire place was. She when over and lit it before going back to Connie who was still at the front door. Zoe pulled Connie's coat off her back and hung it up.
Do you want a drink, something to eat?" Zoe questioned, not quite knowing what to say to her ex-boss.
"No thank you. Could I just go to sleep? I'm awfully tired." Connie said with a weak smile.
"Sure" Zoe showed her to a spare room which was all made up for if she ever got unexpected guested.
After making sure Connie was alright Zoe went back downstairs to the kitchen. To make herself a late lunch. She sat in the living room and tucked into a pasta salad. Which she had left a portion for Connie, if she decided to eat. All of a sudden a loud scream can from upstairs. Zoe put down her food and ran up the stair to where she heard another cry of distress, it was coming from the spare room where Connie was. Zoe opened the door to see a sleeping Connie. But Connie was having nightmares. Her hands were over her face and she was crying and screaming her heart out. Zoe moved over to her and slowly pulled Connie's hands away from face. Trying to wake her up. She finally woke up and Zoe pulled her into her own arms. Connie letting out a confused cry. After a while Connie settled and Zoe began to let go.
"No please don't go, stay with me. Please." Connie still wasn't sure what was happening but knew she didn't want to be alone.
Zoe let Connie fall back into the sheets where Zoe joined her. Connie tightly holding on the Zoe like she was the only thing stopping her from going insane.
A couple of hours later and both women were fast asleep. Connie started to stir, slowly opening one eye. She didn't recognize where she was. Until she saw who she had in her grasp. Zoe. But she didn't let go. No she got closer. She was still frightened. Connie fell asleep again. This time less scared.
Ten minutes later Zoe woke. And looked down at the fragile body that was Connie. She didn't know if she should leave Connie or stay till she was awake and okay. She didn't know why Connie was like this or why she was letting people in. All she knew was Connie needed her and she was going to help until she needed her no more.
It was eight o'clock in the evening and Zoe was awake when Connie began to stir again. Connie looked up at Zoe. Zoe was looking down at her and smiled. Connie smiled back, then began to move. She was feeling a lot less tired, but now hungry. She didn't want to say anything though, she already thought Zoe had done enough. She sat up and let Zoe sit up as well.
"I should go, you don't need to worry, and I will be fine. Anyway, I need to get home. I will get out of you way. Thank you." Connie said, she was still completely scared but didn't want Zoe to worry. Nobody needed to.
"You wouldn't be in the way. You don't have to go. There is some food for you in the fridge. I made it before I came upstairs. At least come and eat before you go." Zoe needed to know Connie ate something, Connie was looking very thin and she could tell she hadn't been eating.
Connie nodded. They walked downstairs to where Zoe told her to stay in the living room while she got her own food which had been left and then went into the kitchen to get some for Connie. While they ate everything was silent except from the sound of the TV which had been left on from earlier.
