Intoxicated Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I hate them for not knowing anything. Class is over. Constanza leans in, telling me to wait for her as she runs to the bathroom. Rico and the others are waiting outside so I sit back. Wanting the hallways to clear before I leave. Dante's been a grump for the past few days because I've been teasing him. He doesn't like being told no and I enjoy doing just that. In some way, I am punishing him for not being honest with me. He can't tell me about his tragic past and then forget to mention that he knew what my parents were planning. Not cool. I'm thinking of more ways to torture him when something covers my eyes. I don't have time to react. My first instinct is to scream but the person seems to

The deafening noise filled the whole room. The smell of alcohol and sweat pervaded there. Adnan, who was sitting somewhere in the middle of that noise, was getting intoxicated by alcohol. The fire in his body and the old memories in his mind kept his anger on the seventh sky. He was just trying to keep himself but nothing was working with him. And even in this state of his anger, he felt like laughing because he was quite sure that because of that girl, he was getting so crazy, today he was in such a state of intoxication.

As he slid the drink toward me, I snatched it hastily, pouring the strong mixture down my throat in a desperate attempt to numb the raging emotions within. "Another one, please… Keep them coming," I requested, and with a nod, he continued to serve me shot after shot, each gulp intensifying the haze that blurred the edges of my consciousness until I succumbed to the intoxication that enveloped me completely. Gripping my phone, I found myself lost in a sea of digital distortion as my eyes struggled to focus on the screen, casting an unsettling double vision over everything. Recognizing the undeniable truth that attempting to steer the road home in my current state would be a reckless effort, I

Made sure I never gave him a reason to. I grabbed the first bottle I could reach, twisting off the cap so fast it cracked the plastic and the glass. The burn hit my throat immediately, but I didn't stop. The second swallow went down rough. The third made my stomach burn. By the fourth, my arms sagged under their own weight. My head swayed, thoughts slipping loose, unraveling at the edges. The burn settled deep, blurring the sharpness of everything just enough to make it bearable. For the first time all night, I could breathe just a little better.

My hand hovered over the knob, hesitant. Then it came - a shadow bursting from the doorway, fast and silent. I glimpsed an arm, a flash of something hard. It cracked against my skull, a white-hot burst of agony that stole my sight, my breath, everything. I crumpled, the pavement slamming up to meet me. The last sound was my own body breaking against it, a dull, final thud. Then, nothing. Lucas I was drinking alone in a bar, bored to death. I swirled the whiskey in my glass, the burn in my throat the only thing tethering me to the moment.

CONTENT WARNINGS: This chapter contains graphic depictions of sexual violence, non-consensual acts, trauma, panic attacks, drug use, coercion, and self-harm ideation. It may be distressing or triggering for some readers. CONRAD After I slipped the bottle back into my pocket and walked away from her door. My hands wouldn't stop shaking. I had told myself it was necessary. It was not my fault. I was possessed. These demons… These monsters had taken root in my mind and were preying on everything. I was not even sure who was in control anymore.

She had no idea hwat was coming for her. He drank to drown out thoughts of her. He drank to quiet the restless storm raging within him. After finishing, he got up and left the bar, heading toward his room. Soon, he found himself wandering through a dark alleyway. He knew it wasn’t the way, but his feet moved as if possessed, refusing to stop. The familiar acrid scent of iron and death assaulted his nostrils, guiding him forward until he finally stood before his torture chamber, its shadowed doorway welcoming him like an old, grim companion.

drink—I just wanted the noise in my head to stop. The first swallow was a physical assault. It burned my throat, making my eyes water and my lungs seize. I coughed, the bitter, agave fire coating my tongue. It tastes like poison, I thought, staring at the label. But after the second glass, the ache in my muscles began to dull. By the third, the red lights of the theater started to blur and dance.

You may and may not proceed to the next chapter if you feel off at some point or anything related to it. ~×~×~×~ Chapter 00|Prologue I was never this wasted my entire life. How did I even end up this way? I laughed without humor as I rest my aching head on the table. The light coming from the dance floor was making me so dizzier that I just wanted to throw up what I had drank for hours. I was at a bar, alright. I wanted to forget how stuffed up my life has been. But who said that liquor will help a person forget a certain memory? They were all lies! They got me there.

he commanded, tipping it toward my lips. I twisted away, spitting at him, but he tightened his grip on my chin, his fingers bruising. "You don’t have a choice," he growled, pouring the elixir into my mouth. It burned as it went down, thick and bitter, choking me as I coughed and gagged. He clamped my mouth shut, forcing me to swallow, and I felt it hit my stomach like a stone. My body convulsed as the venom in my leg clashed violently with whatever he’d given me. Heat exploded inside me, coursing through my veins, and my vision swam.