My happy endings (A My Chemical Romance story), chapter 14
We arrived back home and Gerard and I parted ways with everyone else. We both came into the dry sitting room, out of the cold weather, and sat down on the couch.
"You feeling okay?" Gerard asked.
"I don't know how I feel," I sighed.
Gerard put his arm around me, "You've had a hard day. You just need to relax."
"Yeah," I said lifting up Gerard left arm and looking at his watch which read 6pm.
"What you want to do?" Gerard asked.
"Shall I tell you what I want to do? I feel like I wanna go out and get pissed," I said sounding a little insane.
Gerard thought for a while.
*Gerard POV*
She's falling down the same path as me. What is she doing?
"Sorry. I don't drink," I said.
"Oh," Steph said. "Well, I'm going to go for a walk."
"Okay, don't be gone too long."
"I'll tell you what. I'm just going to walk down the shop and back. I'll be 45 minutes."
"Okay. I'm not trying to sound controlling by the way. I just want to look after you, expectually today. You've gone through alot."
"I understand. I'll see you later," Steph said walking out of the front door.
"Bye," I said.
*Stephs POV*
I walked down the narrow pavemant towards the nearest shop. The cold air hit the back of my throat making it feel like I was sucking ice. My breath came out like steam and the low tempertures made me shiver.
I finally met my destination walking up and down the isales. My eyes scanned the shelves just seeing whats there. My eyes stopped on something I wasn't able to do. The knifes. I picked up the packet from the shelfs and headed down the next isale. I walked half way down the isale where there was a fridge. I opened the fridge and got out two six pack cans of beer. I also brought a can of coke and a pack of choclate. I approched the counter and paid for my now belongings. I exited the shop and began heading home.
I walked through an allyway where I approched a man leaning up against the wall with his face covered up. He gave me a brown paper bag and I paid the man.
I came out of the ally and opened a can of beer taking a gulp from the can. After a few seconds I knocked down every droplet from the can and dropping it on the floor. I reached into my bag and got out another can.
I reached the house and walked through the front door with bag hidden behind my back.
"I'm back," I smiled.
"What did you get?"
"Umm.... Coke," I half lied.
I put the can of coke and chocolate in his lap and rushed upstairs with the beer and the knife. "Thanks," Gerard shouted up the stairs.
I went into my room and shut the door behind me sitting against the door. I tipped the contents of the bag onto the floor and opened the pack of knifes. There was two in the pack. I put it in the draw and sat up against the door again. I opened another can of beer and downed it in one go. By now. I was drunk. I kicked the rest of the cans under my bed leaving one. I opened that and stumbled out of the door down stairs slowly sipping the can.
Gerard looked at the can. "What are you drinking?" Gerard asked.
"Nothing," I replied putting the can behind my back.
Gerard approched me and pulled me around. He took the can from my grasp.
"Maybe that," I giggled.
"You're drunk," Gerard said.
"Just a little."
"How many have you drunk?"
"Ummm... 1, 2, 3, 4. Four." I took the can from Gerards hand and downed it quickly.
"We're gunna walk this off so you realize what you've done," Gerard said kindly.
"No. Lets stay here," I spoke.
"We're going for a walk," Gerard nearly shouted grabbing my hand.
We walked out of the front door and down the streets again. It must have been around 8pm now. Gerard and I walked down a few roads until we got to a small park. We sat down on a park bench and the cold air was sobbering me up quicker but I was still tipsy.
"Steph, can you tell me what you've done wrong?" Gerard asked.
"I got drunk when I was depressed," I replied.
"Good. I think you need to lay this off for a bit because I know the next stage."
"What is the next stage?"
"I'm not telling you that because you'll do it."
"I think I'm guuna be sick," I said
"You feeling okay?" Gerard asked.
"I don't know how I feel," I sighed.
Gerard put his arm around me, "You've had a hard day. You just need to relax."
"Yeah," I said lifting up Gerard left arm and looking at his watch which read 6pm.
"What you want to do?" Gerard asked.
"Shall I tell you what I want to do? I feel like I wanna go out and get pissed," I said sounding a little insane.
Gerard thought for a while.
*Gerard POV*
She's falling down the same path as me. What is she doing?
"Sorry. I don't drink," I said.
"Oh," Steph said. "Well, I'm going to go for a walk."
"Okay, don't be gone too long."
"I'll tell you what. I'm just going to walk down the shop and back. I'll be 45 minutes."
"Okay. I'm not trying to sound controlling by the way. I just want to look after you, expectually today. You've gone through alot."
"I understand. I'll see you later," Steph said walking out of the front door.
"Bye," I said.
*Stephs POV*
I walked down the narrow pavemant towards the nearest shop. The cold air hit the back of my throat making it feel like I was sucking ice. My breath came out like steam and the low tempertures made me shiver.
I finally met my destination walking up and down the isales. My eyes scanned the shelves just seeing whats there. My eyes stopped on something I wasn't able to do. The knifes. I picked up the packet from the shelfs and headed down the next isale. I walked half way down the isale where there was a fridge. I opened the fridge and got out two six pack cans of beer. I also brought a can of coke and a pack of choclate. I approched the counter and paid for my now belongings. I exited the shop and began heading home.
I walked through an allyway where I approched a man leaning up against the wall with his face covered up. He gave me a brown paper bag and I paid the man.
I came out of the ally and opened a can of beer taking a gulp from the can. After a few seconds I knocked down every droplet from the can and dropping it on the floor. I reached into my bag and got out another can.
I reached the house and walked through the front door with bag hidden behind my back.
"I'm back," I smiled.
"What did you get?"
"Umm.... Coke," I half lied.
I put the can of coke and chocolate in his lap and rushed upstairs with the beer and the knife. "Thanks," Gerard shouted up the stairs.
I went into my room and shut the door behind me sitting against the door. I tipped the contents of the bag onto the floor and opened the pack of knifes. There was two in the pack. I put it in the draw and sat up against the door again. I opened another can of beer and downed it in one go. By now. I was drunk. I kicked the rest of the cans under my bed leaving one. I opened that and stumbled out of the door down stairs slowly sipping the can.
Gerard looked at the can. "What are you drinking?" Gerard asked.
"Nothing," I replied putting the can behind my back.
Gerard approched me and pulled me around. He took the can from my grasp.
"Maybe that," I giggled.
"You're drunk," Gerard said.
"Just a little."
"How many have you drunk?"
"Ummm... 1, 2, 3, 4. Four." I took the can from Gerards hand and downed it quickly.
"We're gunna walk this off so you realize what you've done," Gerard said kindly.
"No. Lets stay here," I spoke.
"We're going for a walk," Gerard nearly shouted grabbing my hand.
We walked out of the front door and down the streets again. It must have been around 8pm now. Gerard and I walked down a few roads until we got to a small park. We sat down on a park bench and the cold air was sobbering me up quicker but I was still tipsy.
"Steph, can you tell me what you've done wrong?" Gerard asked.
"I got drunk when I was depressed," I replied.
"Good. I think you need to lay this off for a bit because I know the next stage."
"What is the next stage?"
"I'm not telling you that because you'll do it."
"I think I'm guuna be sick," I said
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