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Raivis POV

Things were worse than I ever could have thought.

I woke up the next morning wishing I never had.
I was in a cold sweat. After the nightmare I'd just had, who could have blamed me? It was terrifying to say the least.

I sat up. Where am I? I looked to my side. I was in a bed, and Peter's sweet slumbering face could be found next to me. His room? I slid out from under the covers, being careful not to disturb the blonde who was still sleeping. Gently placing my feet on the ground with a soft thunk, I was off.

Something numbing, yeah… I desperately wracked my mind for the memory of Arthur putting the whiskey away. Where was it? I open a small cabinet, heart lighting up. Yes! Some booze to drown this feeling! Unable to repress my grin, I shoved my hand into the forest of bottles, pulling out a particularly strong brand of vodka. Not even bothering to find anything to mix it with, I haphazardly pulled a glass out and poured as much vodka as it could hold. I didn't even put the cap back on the bottle. I just chugged the glass of burning liquid, admiring the way it scorched down my throat and set fire to the fear and anger and sadness caused by my usual night activity.

"Raivis?!"

Hm. I guess I wasn't quiet enough. I finished off the glass of vodka to that thought, putting it down, and turning to see who I had disappointed this time. Doing so, I was faced with the fear-filled sapphire of my darling Peter. However, per the norm of humans, his fear was quickly replaced by anger.

"Stop it! How many times do I have to tell you to stop?!"

"Enough times to make the pain go away." He growled as I poured vodka in my glass, but, to my surprise, he didn't move. He didn't try to stop me. What is he thinking?

I shrugged it off, thinking maybe he was just too stunned to actually take action. But I was wrong. So terribly wrong.

As soon as I put the glass back to my lips, he stomped over and tipped the end of my glass, causing the searing liquid to run out of the glass and soak me- just as a husband would to hinder his wife.

"Ack! What the hell?!" I looked down at myself as the alcohol made a mad dash for the floor. Meanwhile, Peter grabbed the bottle of vodka and poured it down the drain in the sink without hesitation. "H-hey!" I felt anger boiling up- half of it was my alcoholism, the other the alcohol itself. Just as a angrily threw the glass down and stormed half the distance between Peter and I, arms out and ready to choke a bitch, Arthur came bolting down the hall.

"What the HELL?!" He took in the scene quickly, easily jumping in front of me and holding me back. Peter whipped around, tears causing his eyes to glisten more than usual.

"R-Raivis?" His shaking voice threw a bucket of ice water over my burning anger. My tense body went limp, and I fell to the floor, lanky legs folding neatly beneath my torso.

"What happened?" I barely heard Arthur's voice. I felt like I was underwater, light and sound barely even reaching my senses. It was numbing, but not in the way I liked. This was cold as ice.

I preferred the searing of the hellfire.

Peter POV

"What happened?" Arthur must've asked at least 3 times. I must admit, I was proud of his patience. He never was good at waiting. But at the time, my heart was beating a mile a minute.

Raivis was going to… hurt me? Choke me? Over that?

I mean, things like this had happened before. When we met. A few times after that. He had always been moody about alcohol.

But… he would go that far?

"Peter." Arthur snapped me out of my thoughts with a hand on my shoulder. I hadn't even realized that Raivis had sat on the floor. What the hell?

"Are you alright?"

"Y-yeah."

"What happened?" I could tell by his voice that he was sick of waiting for an answer.

"I caught him drinking…" I spoke quietly, holding up the heavy bottle that I held loosely. Frankly, I had forgotten it was there. Arthur took it from me, reading the label with a concerned look.

"This… This is bad…" His voice came, soft and wispy, like his voice was being carried off by the wind.

"W-why? I… I told you he drinks, right?"

"Yes… You did… But this is-" He sighs before finishing his sentence, "this is really strong." I looked at the floor. Something felt really off right now, but I couldn't place it. I was really starting to eat away at me.

"I'm sorry if it was expensive," is all I can manage. Arthur sighs again, rustling my hair in the way that always makes me feel better.
"It's alright. I never drank it anyway, and I certainly didn't need it." I forced a small smile, but it dropped from my features when I looked down at Raivis.

"Is… Is he okay?" Arthur turned around to look at the eerily still Latvian teen. I got down on my knees, picking up his chin and forcing him to look into my eyes.

He looked dead.
"Rai?!"

No response.

"Rai?!" I tried, a bit louder and a lot more frantic.

Now there was a glint. In the back of his eyes. It was small, but still there. His hands- which were shaking like he was lying in the snow after a shower- came up and touched my face roughly. I didn't move.

"Rai?" I said again, more to myself than to him. But I guess he heard it that time.

"W-what…?" His voice was somewhere between a shout and a whisper. It sounded like he was yelling from 20 feet away, but still trying to stay quiet.

What the fuck?

"Raivis?" I tried to speak in a louder and firmer voice, hoping it would help.

"Yes?" I couldn't tell if he was messing with me or drunk. Ouch.

"How do you feel?" I kept the volume, but I just couldn't keep myself firm. I was shaking, so how would my voice not?

"I feel like shit." Thanks, Raivis. That helps.

"Do you feel sick?" Let's try being specific.

"Nah." Good.

"Do you feel-"

"I feel like I'm drowning in air."

I was going to say 'tired'. But then he cut me off.

And this was much worse.

"C-can I help?" I was worried. What does that mean? Could he not breathe?

"Only if you can make me sober!" Then the award for Most Drunken Laugh of the Year went to him.

The smell of alcohol on his breath was making me sick.

I stood up, letting his hands slip off of my face. I was done. This was too much right now. I felt like I was going to die. The sun wasn't even up yet, and I felt like I had survived another fucking year. My tears were welling up like I was a moody child who tripped and scraped his knee.

"I can't do this." I spoke in no one's direction, tears slipping past my guard.

"What was that?" I looked at Arthur, his face colored with concern.

"I… I can't do this." I walked away from the scene.

I really couldn't do this. It was too much for me to bear.

I went into the bathroom, locked the door, and bawled for about 2 hours.

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