His feet hurt. He wondered wether to call a taxi. Sam didn't know his way around here it was probably for the best. Pulling his phone out he looked at his phone. Numerous text
had popped up from Connie. He ignored them.
He couldn't speak to her, not now, for fear he's say something he regret, he really thought she'd changed. The mind games have started yet again, he was used to them he was used to the way she worked, the way her mind ticked. She seemed to get a thrill from winding him. Hurting him, mentally, not good for his fragile state.
Sam stood waiting for the taxi he'd just called for, he'd have to ask the taxi driver for the nearest pub around.
He clenched his fists as he sat back in the taxi, finally arriving 15 minutes later. His mind racing, did he really need this drink? I mean really? He was slipping back into this vicious circle he could feel it. If Connie had just told him the truth. What happens if he did? He didn't have the willpower like he once did to say no.
"Where to mate?" The taxi had asked this twice now. Sam so wrapped up in his own thoughts had only just heard.
"The nearest pub?, sorry I don't know my way round her very well anymore.." He sat back, his mouth dry.
"Ah, that would be "The Sunny inn" then!"
Sam smiled weakly. The sunny inn, what a name for a pub. He thought, he felt anything but.
Walking into the doors, saloon type, he glanced around. He felt sick. Don't do this. His subconscious told him, he ignored it, ordered his first drink.
Which turned into six.
Only 3 o'clock and he was past it, his life on the transpire again.
He felt his phone ringing he fumbled around in his pocket he couldn't see the name printed on the screen but swiped It to the left anyway. He sat on the stool, sipping his beer as he heard a female voice on the other end. Vaguely recognising her voice asking where he was.
He knew it wasn't Connie though. He knew that for defiant.
"In a pub... I ... Think" he didn't care he let out a burp. Her voice was American, she was yelling down the phone at him, the shrill tone making him pull the phone away from his ear.
"Alice.. That .. Is you.. Is it you?, Alice my wife...?" He wasn't making a lot of sense but she understood, She told him she was. He hung up, he didn't want to her not after what she'd done to him.
He sighed, sliding off the bar stool. Staggering towards the door, falling into a woman. In to Connie's arms, she had tracked him down, the pub in questioned wasn't far from her house. "Sam.. How much have you drunk?" He recognised her voice. She shook her head. "Come-on lets get you back.."
He didn't answer just hugged her as she helped him back up the road. "I'm.. A ... Mess..." He slurred.
"Shhhhh" Connie soothed, swaying as he staggered clinging on to her.