Sorry it's been so long guys. I've been real caught up in other stories. I'm really happy with this chapter though. Please review! Let me know whose still here!
BTW, if you're into Lord of the Rings and the Elven hotty Thranduil, there is a drabble set by my friend named HisMeleth titled Days Gone Bye and she is doing a marvelous job even with only 2 chapters. I mention this because she also has a chapter coming up in her drabble set that roughly shares the plot to this chapter.
She started hitting the bottle after he left her.
He didn't leave her, not intentionally. He was just...gone.
Whiskey tasted good, memory loss was the free prize at the bottom of the vodka bottles. When that wasn't enough, there was always contemplation at the edge of her apartment buildings roof. What confused her most was the jacket, his scent still clinging to the slick texture with all its might. It had been left to drap over the foot of her bed.
Inhaling meant her alcohol signature was pressed into the jacket, washing away the tide of old cologne and the sharp tang of that paint he used for his face.
Oh, how she missed the paint on his face...
It's early.
She doesn't need a clock - which is busted against the wall she had thrown it at a month ago - to tell her that. The shades drawn tight don't need to fight the sun, it isn't up yet. But she is. And the fierce pounding on the door is aggravating her hangover.
She flings her covers from her body, silk camisole tightening around her hips as she rolls onto her back. Bare feet pick through the sea of cracked CD cases, discarded clothes, a few stray cigarette packs and other miscellanious items she doesn't care for.
She flicks on the light to her kitchen, giving her front door a warm glow. The pounding hasn't stopped and she now sobers enough to be cautious. But her heart is racing and she is jerking the door open.
He's leaning against the door frame, free arm swaying down to his side. His left eye is bandaged, his cheek split and dried with blood. His lip is busted and his hideous undershirt is smeared with dirt and blood, left suspender snapped at the seam.
Ters break through and she lets out a sob, reaching for him as he falls into her. She helps him to the bed where he collapses, breath haggard and seemingly painful.
"You stink," he mumbles, a small trickly of blood coming from his lip.
She leans down, licks it away, brushes a hand through sweat-damp hair. "I love you," she whispers, kissing his neck, moving towards his shirt, fumbling for the buttons. "I love you, I love you, I love you..."