Romans & histoires Intoxicated Chapter 1

I chuckled hearing this. "I'll do my best." He gave me one last look before leaving. I entered my room once I could no longer see him. I took a seat on my bed as I pushed down the feelings that our conversations led me to believe. - End Of Chapter 9: Alcohol & Poison -

, I fired back, my pitch rising as Cheryl almost smashed us into a parked truck by the side of the road. "Watch it, Cheryl!" I shouted. "Do not let us all die because of your reckless driving." Then, I turned back towards Matt and continued, "even though you did not hear anything you should have been able to remember that Buckland is full of Paranormals who understand that there are other paranormals like you, who can hear the least of their noises. They would definitely be able to stay perfectly still without making as much as a noise just to confuse you. you should know Matt!, you should know!"

********** CHAPTER THREE. ********** BRINLEY. The smell of burned flesh and blood flooded my nostrils, my guts churned, and the bile rose in my throat, threatening to escape. However, more hands grabbed me and threw me on what felt like a metal table. Something cold brushed against my arm, and I squirmed. "508, I am going to inject you with morphine. So you won't be in so much pain," I opened my mouth to protest when someone jabbed a needle in my arm. Instead, my legs began to feel like jello, and my arms grew weak.

The scorching sun of Los Angeles penetrate right into the room of a young girl through the little openings in the window. Vivian rolled over her small sized bed for the umpteenth time, she was so exhausted cause of yesterday's event and all she needed now was to sleep on her soft bed and don't give a damn about the world but not until something hit the back of her head

I shouted at the figure, upset that my solace had been taken from me. I reached out to grab the bottle, but the person gently pushed my hand away. I tried to focus, watching as they inspected the bottle. Then, I felt a terrifying gaze lock onto me, sending a shiver down my spine. Despite my intoxicated state, I instinctively felt fear and swallowed the words I had wanted to shout. Instead, I muttered weakly, "If you don't want to give it back, then don't... There... there are still so many here. I'll go get more..."

” I squint my eyes, a hiccup emitting at the end of my question. I think I need to get the hell out of this place. I drank much more than I should have. My belly is churning, giving a stringent warning to more alcohol. I begin pulling myself up at an intoxicated, swaggerific pace, but I am pinned down before I even make it to my feet. The heck! The moron leans in, burning my face with his intoxicated eyes. They have nothing special in them, or maybe the betrayal that I just suffered has turned me into a cold fish.

Dear readers, This chapter contains explicit material, including themes of substance abuse and sexual violence. It was incredibly difficult for me to write but I felt it was essential for the progression of the story. If these topics are distressing or triggering for you, please feel free to skip this chapter. DRAKE’s POV (Events take place moments just as Alayna steps into the bathroom.)

the world spinning out. and the chapter snapped shut in darkness.

“Fuck you, Jax. Fuck you and your white knight bullshit.” I ended up back at my place without really deciding to go there. The door banged open and I kicked it shut behind me. The room felt too quiet after the car music, so I grabbed a bottle of whatever cheap shit was on the counter and took a long swig straight from it. It burned going down and I welcomed it. Burned almost as much as my face.

I drank straight from the bottle, the burn sliding down my throat and spreading fire through my veins. One long pull after another until the room tilted and the edges of my vision softened. Ava didn’t come home that night. The hours stretched into silence, the city lights outside the window blurring into streaks of gold and red. I passed out on the floor sometime after midnight, the necklace still clutched loosely in my fist.