I woke up groggily. Oh dear, I was beginning to make this a habit. That certainly wasn't good. My phone was beside me. I picked it up but it was dead so I plugged it in to the charger. I swung my legs out of the bed. I was still dressed in the clothes from yesterday. I undressed and pulled a pair of sweats on, not bothering with a t-shirt.
I walked downstairs, slowly so I didn't pass out. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it from the tap. I drained it quickly and refilled it. I leant against the worktop and sighed.
I don't know how long I stood there, seconds, minutes, hours... There was a knock at the door. I frowned and glanced at the clock. It was just past seven in the morning. Who would be knocking at this time?
I hurried and opened the door. Oh shit. Carter was stood there, his arms crossed and--fuck-- he looked angry.
"I told you to stop drinking," he said, his voice menacingly soft.
"I rang you again, didn't I?" I murmured.
"Bad things happen when you get drunk, Jaimie."
"Do you want to come in?" I asked quietly.
He picked up a box and walked in. He stepped into the living room and put the box on the coffee table.
"You promised me you stopped all that," he whispered, pointing at the box and I instantly knew what was in the box. Oh, crap. I hadn't seen that box for two years.
"I did stop," I assured him.
"Then why the hell did you keep it all?" he asked, looking up into my eyes. He was upset.
"I just..." I ran my fingers through my hair exasperatedly. "I didn't know what to do with it all."
"Jaimie, I..." He took a shaky breath. "I think you are going to relapse at some point. I've been thinking it for a while, but all your drinking has made me sure of it. Eventually, you're going to get bored of drinking yourself to sleep every night and you're going to go back to your old habits."
I stared at him. How could he say that? How could he doubt me like that? He was supposed to be my best friend.
"Please stop the drinking, Jaimie," he begged. He was almost in tears. And so was I.
I nodded slowly. "I need to, don't I?"
"Otherwise this--" He pointed accusingly at the box. "-- is all going to come crashing back down on your head."
I nodded again.
"Goodbye, Jaimie," he said and I looked up at him, alarmed. Was he walking out of my life completely? I relaxed when I saw he only meant the house.
"Goodbye, Carter," I whispered.
He walked past me and closed the door softly. I heard the car drive away. I walked slowly towards the box, afraid it was going to bite me. I touched to cardboard. This was the box I'd shoved everything into when I realised what it was doing to my life.
I opened it slightly and the comforting smell of leather drifted to my nose. I slammed it shut. Must not find it comforting, I hissed at myself.
"Rody wants to see us. I had to go and see him last night and he was really pissed off that you and Robin weren't available," Kyle said as he came down the stairs, fully dressed.
I span around quickly to hide the box and he blushed when he saw my state of undress.
"Where was Robin last night?" I asked curiously.
"She ran out," he mumbled.
Oh fuck. I vaguely remembered kissing her.