AUTHORS NOTES:

Okay, so this isn't exactly the 'full' chapter. I wanted this chapter to be longer, but I haven't written all of it and I just really couldn't wait to post this chapter, so look forward to the next chapter in like, NO time at all. It will be up soon.

Also, about the title of this chapter. It is a song by Cute Is What We Aim For. They are a great band and I recommend that you listen to it...it fits with this chapter and the NEXT one coming up! So, I hope you guys like it.


Chapter 6--The Fourth Drink Instinct

I couldn't believe it. I actually stole beer.

The weird thing about it was that I didn't even have one bit of regret or remorse. I didn't feel guilty at all. It was like, a new high to me.

I came back to the house to find that everyone was still gone. Did my family now find the need to abandon me as well? I had no one. Whatever though. I didn't need anyone.

I dropped the pack of cold beer on the table in the living room, sending all objects surronding it into a vibrating frenzy. Plopping myself onto the couch in front of the table, I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.

Nothing was on, so I just decided to watch the lame afternoon Soap Operas. It wasn't like I really needed to watch it, for my life was a soap opera itself. But I thought maybe I could escape my own dramas by watching somebody else's.

The beer bottles had water droplets condensing on the outside of them. They were getting warm as they sat in front of me, watching me. Haunting me. I started to become distracted from the TV as I just watched the beers, not knowing what to do first.

My feet curled up on the couch underneath me and my eyes never left the beer. I was starting to drown out the sound of the TV as I watched what was in front of me.

Finally, I gained sanity and reached for the first beer. The top made a loud popping noise as I opened it, making me jump. Instantly, I smelled the strong stench emerging from the bottle. It was mouthwatering.

Yes, I was underage. Yes, this could be dangerous. But I didn't care. Because when I think about the situation I am in, I need a resort.

Maybe this could be it. I'd just....drink away my problems.

I took my first sip. Automatically, my face scrunched up as I wasn't accustomed to the taste. It was strong...different. I took another sip. The second was worse than the first one. But I intended on drinking it...all. The next sip was more like a gulp, but this time, I blocked out the smell and taste and tilted the bottle higher so that it easily trickled down my throat.

In almost two minutes, I had completed my first beer. But I was still thirsty for more. I still felt like nothing was fixed. So, I grabbed another from the pack. Even though my eyesight was beginning to become slightly blurred, I downed the second bottle in a minute. I had already become immune to the taste.

The last thing I worried about was someone walking in. I could careless. I just knew I had to get more.

My third beer went down in a flash. By now, I felt completely different. Everything was a daze. For once, I was relaxed. As I reached for a fourth, the doorbell rang, causing me to jump and starting my hiccups.

"Shit.." I muttered. Who could possibly be here, ringing my doorbell?

Slowly, and incoherently, I made my way to the door, almost tripping with each hiccup.

It was Sam. What a surprise. But, I was so drunk, I knew that the things about to come out of my mouth could be absolutely fatal.

"Wha--wha-t the hic-h--hell are you do--doin hurr?" Damned hiccups.

I watched Sam's expression turn from anger, to suspicion. He took his eyes from my face slowly to the bottle that lay in my trembling hands.

"Leah....have you been drinking?" His eyebrows crunched into confusion.

"Wha da--does it loo--look like dum--dumbass?" He was seriously a morron if he couldn't tell. I didn't let him answer, for I had some of my own questions to ask him, and continued,

"Whhyy a--aa--re yoooouu a-tt-t my housse for??" I was completely gone.

"I needed to talk to you about the wedding...but it looks like we won't be doing much of that will we?" Sam replied, slowly, still looking back and forth at me and the bottle of beer.

"I--I don needda ta-taalk witt youu Saaaammm!!" I pushed his chest, feeling the hard, chisled muscles underneath his shirt. I loved the feeling of his muscles, but I knew only one girl was allowed to cherish them.

Unaware of what I was doing, drunk of course, I dropped the beer all over his clean, white shirt.

At first, I felt bad, but then, being as drunk as I was, I didn't really care. Hey, it was actually sort of funny.

"Ooops!! Hahaaa!!" I burst out laughing as the beer bottle rolled on the floor and Sam stared shockingly at his drenched shirt.

It seemed like we stood there forever just looking at his shirt, when finally he looked down at me with an angered expression.

"Leah, I don't even know who you ARE anymore!"

Was he really going to give me THIS lecture. I wouldn't take it.

"Ob-b-vioussl-ly, da-dats urr probleem..." I started walking away towards the couch, completely dazed while hiccuping with each slow step.

As I made my way towards the source of beer, I went to reach for another. I liked this. But, I was too slow, because in a flash, Sam was over beside me, grabbing my hand to stop me from drinking another.

"Wa-aa thha ffu-u-ck is uur probleem?? LE--ET MEE GOOOO!" I struggled weakly, but Sam's huge muscles held me in place and he made it seem easy. I may be a werewolf, but I was still a girl, not a strong, physically,as Sam.

"You need to calm down, Leah. NOW." His voice was stern and angry. "Sit down." He continued, as he pushed me roughly down on the couch.

I couldn't believe he was coming in my house and pushing me around like this. Even though I was drunk, I still had enough sense.

"You can't do that to me!!" I yelled at him, still completely drunk, but way too weak to even stand up.

He started walking towards the kitchen, lifting up his shirt.

"What are you doing?!!??! Don't you have a WIFE??" I yelled.

"Don't worry Leah, this isn't for you. I need to wash this shirt that YOU ruined before I ever think about going home. I can't imagine what Em will think if I came home from my ex-girlfriend's smelling of beer..."

"Get out."

"No Leah, I'm not leaving until you are completely, or somewhat sober."

"That will be a while. Because I'm not getting sober..." I wasn't making any sense, but I grabbed for the last beer on the table, he obviously forgot to take away from me.

"Leah, STOP DRINKING." Sam called from the kitchen.

"TRY AND STOP ME! THIS IS MY HOUSE!!! WHY DO YOU EVEN CARE IF I DRINK ANYWAY!! WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE SAM?!?" I yelled back at him.

In an instant, Sam was less than an inch away from me. He snatched the beer from my hands and looked me straight in the eyes.

"You may be heart broken, and slightly insane, but as your Alpha, I will NOT let you completly trash yourself this way, Leah. You're lucky I am even here to help you. I shouldn't, after all the trouble you've caused."

He seriously wasn't saying this to me. I yelled right back at him, in his face.

"You can't come to my house telling me what I've done wrong and what to do. So what if I ruined your stupid wedding? I know it! You don't have to come to my house to 'talk' to me about it!!!"

"I'm glad I am no longer with you Leah. You are a stubborn, stupid bitch." His words were like acid that was being poured into my eyes. I couldn't believe it.

Suddenly, I could no longer speak. I was breathless. I began to feel those stinging tears in my eyes and as the first tear fell, Sam was still standing right in front of me, angry.

I just stared in his black eyes. I once loved this man. I once cherished him. Now, he was evil. The Sam I once knew would have never done what he had just done. I was hurt. Beyond belief.

The tears were crashing upon me and I couldn't even bare looking at him anymore.

I ran fast to my room, pushing him out the way. When I made it there, I slammed my door and buried myself in the bed sheets, too drunk to realize how loud I was crying.

In no time, I passed out.