ALL COMES BACK
Brutus walked into Enobaria's house to see her lying on the couch, a bottle in her hands and many pill bottles on the coffee table.
He quickly stomped up to her and squatted down to be at her level. "Baria, what did you do?"
She peeked at him from behind the bottle of liquor in her hands and giggled. "Nothing…" she slurred.
"Damn it." He took the bottle from her hands and kept it far away from her reach. "We talked about this before. No more pills, no more liquor, and no more drugs. This needs to stop."
"I know," she slurred, still drunk. "…But I don't want to stop." She rolled on her side and was caught by Brutus's strong arms. "I just don't…"
"And why not?" Brutus asked her.
"Because it comes back…" she whispered, beginning to fall asleep.
Brutus stood up, Enobaria still in his arms. "We'll talk about this when you're sober, again." He carried her upstairs to her room and gently laid her down on her bed.
"It all comes back when I'm sober…" she mumbled, bringing the sheets around her. "All of it..."
Brutus couldn't help but frown once he heard her say that. Her victory had been pretty hard on her, it got even harder when she came back home and was considered the bloodthirsty, vicious, killer from District Two.
He leaned down and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Get some sleep now. Tomorrow, I'll help you deal with all of this a different way, okay?"