Hey everybody! I'd like to thank everbody that reviewed my story so far. Sorry that this update was so late, but I never really decided what I was going to do to the story until a few days ago. It was just meant to be a stand alone, but I couldn't think of a good plot for another story. So hopefully, by the time this is finished, I'll have a plot in mind!!
Harry lifted his head and wiped tears from his face. He looked at Ronnie and she gave him sad smile. Harry stood up and reached down for Ronnie's hand. She took Harry's hand and he helped her off the floor.
Ronnie reached around Harry and made sure the heavy blanket was wrapped securely over his shoulders. He clasped the blanket with his hands, and looked at Ronnie. They stood in silence.
"Maybe you should go." Harry said. Ronnie felt desperate. He was pushing her away again.
"No Harry." Ronnie moved closer to him, but Harry backed away.
"It's okay Ronnie. Really." Harry tried to sound convincing, but Ronnie wasn't buying it.
"Harry, you shouldn't be alone." Ronnie told him gently.
Harry looked into Ronnie's eyes. He could sense that she was fearful. Of him? Of his situation? Harry wasn't sure.
Harry reached over and took Ronnie's hand. Ronnie looked at her feet. She could see right through his caring and thought act. It was show. A show to make her believe that he was perfectly fine.
"Ronnie I promise," Harry squeezed her hand. "We have school tomorrow, and you need to sleep."
Ronnie sighed. "I guess you're right." She didn't want to pressure him, afraid of making him angry.
Harry lead her to the door. Ronnie picked up her coat and put it on. She opened the apartment door and looked at Harry.
"Call me if you need anything." Ronnie told him.
Harry nodded and closed the door quietly behind her. He looked around his pathetic apartment and threw the blanket down on the floor. Harry knew that he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, so he went into the kitchen to get a drink.
Harry opened the refrigerator door. He moved around the few things that were in there. Nothing to drink. Harry looked over at his liquor cabinet. He knew that he shouldn't have any alcohol, but Harry couldn't control his feet as they carried him to the cabinet.
He opened the doors. Harry moved a few half empty bottles around until he found what he was looking for. A full bottle of whiskey. He twisted the top off and drank half the bottle in one swig.
Harry walked over to the kitchen table and sat down. He took another drink from the bottle. Harry felt anger build up inside him as the harsh liquid slid down his throat. Harry reached out his arm, and in one quick motion, knocked a pile of assignments off the table. Harry put his head in his hands and pulled hard on his hair as he heard the last of the papers hit the floor.
"What's wrong with me!" Harry screamed, hurling the bottle of whiskey across the room. The glass bottle hit the wall and shattered as it hit, sending fragments of glass into the air and causing a stain to appear on the stark white wall.
Harry took in a deep breath. He couldn't behave like this. He couldn't behave like a madman.
Harry stood up and grabbed the broom. He moved over where the smashed bottle was, and he began to sweep up the broken glass. As he moved around, Harry slipped on a piece of paper. He fell down, stopping his fall by his hand.
Harry slumped up against the wall. He never noticed that he was sitting in a puddle a whiskey. Or his blood.
Harry lifted his head and wiped tears from his face. He looked at Ronnie and she gave him sad smile. Harry stood up and reached down for Ronnie's hand. She took Harry's hand and he helped her off the floor.
Ronnie reached around Harry and made sure the heavy blanket was wrapped securely over his shoulders. He clasped the blanket with his hands, and looked at Ronnie. They stood in silence.
"Maybe you should go." Harry said. Ronnie felt desperate. He was pushing her away again.
"No Harry." Ronnie moved closer to him, but Harry backed away.
"It's okay Ronnie. Really." Harry tried to sound convincing, but Ronnie wasn't buying it.
"Harry, you shouldn't be alone." Ronnie told him gently.
Harry looked into Ronnie's eyes. He could sense that she was fearful. Of him? Of his situation? Harry wasn't sure.
Harry reached over and took Ronnie's hand. Ronnie looked at her feet. She could see right through his caring and thought act. It was show. A show to make her believe that he was perfectly fine.
"Ronnie I promise," Harry squeezed her hand. "We have school tomorrow, and you need to sleep."
Ronnie sighed. "I guess you're right." She didn't want to pressure him, afraid of making him angry.
Harry lead her to the door. Ronnie picked up her coat and put it on. She opened the apartment door and looked at Harry.
"Call me if you need anything." Ronnie told him.
Harry nodded and closed the door quietly behind her. He looked around his pathetic apartment and threw the blanket down on the floor. Harry knew that he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, so he went into the kitchen to get a drink.
Harry opened the refrigerator door. He moved around the few things that were in there. Nothing to drink. Harry looked over at his liquor cabinet. He knew that he shouldn't have any alcohol, but Harry couldn't control his feet as they carried him to the cabinet.
He opened the doors. Harry moved a few half empty bottles around until he found what he was looking for. A full bottle of whiskey. He twisted the top off and drank half the bottle in one swig.
Harry walked over to the kitchen table and sat down. He took another drink from the bottle. Harry felt anger build up inside him as the harsh liquid slid down his throat. Harry reached out his arm, and in one quick motion, knocked a pile of assignments off the table. Harry put his head in his hands and pulled hard on his hair as he heard the last of the papers hit the floor.
"What's wrong with me!" Harry screamed, hurling the bottle of whiskey across the room. The glass bottle hit the wall and shattered as it hit, sending fragments of glass into the air and causing a stain to appear on the stark white wall.
Harry took in a deep breath. He couldn't behave like this. He couldn't behave like a madman.
Harry stood up and grabbed the broom. He moved over where the smashed bottle was, and he began to sweep up the broken glass. As he moved around, Harry slipped on a piece of paper. He fell down, stopping his fall by his hand.
Harry slumped up against the wall. He never noticed that he was sitting in a puddle a whiskey. Or his blood.