It’s okay to be a glowstick. Sometimes we have to break before we shine.
I sped back to my apartment and rushed up to it. Soon I’m inside. I close and lock the door and then I hit the floor. All the memories came rushing back all at once and just keep replaying in my head over and over.
I thought it was over. I thought being here would make it all stop. But I was wrong. I sit on the floor with my knees pressed into my chest and my head on my knees taking deep breaths trying to calm myself down.
I can feel myself shaking. I try to push all these feelings away and avoid them but they come back stronger each time. With each memory. But I eventually pick myself up off the floor walk over to the counter and grab a bottle of whiskey and tequila.
Then I head for the balcony. I sit on the balcony and debate which bottle I want to start with. I choose the tequila. So I crack it open and take a big gulp. It goes down like water.
15 minutes and half a bottle of tequila later
My phone rings in my pocket so I take it out and look at who’s calling me. It reads Unknown. Odd I don’t often give my number out but I answer anyway. “Hello.” I answer.
“Avery it’s Ashton. I need to talk to you. Can we meet?” Ashton asked. “I’ve been drinking I can’t drive.” I tell him. “Alright I’ll come to you.” He tells me. “Do you know where I live?” I asked. “I know everything that happens in this town so yes.” He answers. “Alright see you soon.” I say then hang up.
Some time later
I just opened the whiskey when there’s a knock on my door. I get up leaveing the whiskey on the balcony and go inside. I make my way to the door. I look through the peephole and see it’s Ashton. I unlock the door and let him in. He comes in and looks around.
“What did you want to talk about?” I asked as I shut and locked the door. “Oliver.” He tells me. “No.” I tell him heading back to the balcony to retrieve my whiskey. He follows behind me. I pick up the bottle and take a drink.
“Should you be drinking like this?” He asked looking from the bottle in my hand to the empty bottle on the ground. “No but I don’t care.” I tell him. “Your going to be hungover tomorrow.” He says as he tries to take the bottle from me. “I can assure you I won’t be.” I tell him moving the bottle out of his reach.
“So this is what you do.” He says. “What do you mean this is what you do?” I asked. “You avoid problems by locking yourself away with alcohol.” He clarifies. “Yes but only when I’m not in the mood for sex.” I tell him.
“So your not in the mood?” He asked. “Are you offering?” I tease. As I do his cheeks turn a light shade of pink. “No. I don’t sleep with drunk girls.” He tells me.
“I’m not drunk. It would take a whole lot more than a bottle of tequila and a couple sips of whiskey.” I tell him. “How much more?” He asked. “Well you seen what I had sitting on the counter.” I say looking through the glass door at the counter.
“Yeah I saw the 3 bottles of jack and the other bottle of tequila.” He replies. “That is what it would take for me to get drunk.” I tell him honestly. “There’s no way.” He says shocked. “You want to test my theory?” I asked. “No.” He says taking the whiskey from me.
“Why are you so hell bent on talking about Oliver?” I asked. “He hurt you didn’t he?” He asked not answering my question. “He did.” I tell him. “How bad?” He asked. “Bad enough to make me run.” I tell him. “I’m sorry.” He tells me. “For what?” I asked. “That I brought it all back up.” He tells me taking a sip of the whiskey.
“You’ve got good taste.” He says taking it away from his lips. “In some things.” I tell him. “And in others?” He asked. “Awful.” I tell him. He smiles. “I’ll drink to that.” He says taking another sip. Then hands the bottle back to me. I take a sip.