Hitting Rock Bottom

Chapter 7 The Alcohol

Yvette's POV

I walk past him as he quickly takes my arm into his hand and flipping me around so we are only inches apart. "Please don't be mad at me.. I swear I'm just trying to help." He states this so sincerely but that confuses me.. I don't know why he cares in the first place.

"I just need something right now to numb the pain I'm going through and I wanted drugs or alcohol and we are not at the bar anymore and you just took my drugs.. I just need something.. I'm not an addict I swear.. I just.. ugh.. nevermind." I spat looking away from him but not moving a muscle so we are still in close proximity.

"I have alcohol." He says softly to me as I glance over at him so he explains further. "I bought this bottle, and was going to take it home.. but if you want some you can have some.. it's rum."

"Ok sure." I don't hate that suggestion and this makes him smile as he walks over to his bike.. lifting up the seat and pulling a bottle out of the storage under the seat. He hands me the whole bottle so I quickly open the bottle up by breaking the seal and taking a big sip, then another and another.

"Or I guess you can have the whole bottle as long as you don't drink it all right now.. I want you to be ok." He says playfully to me watching me chug bit after bit of his rum. I find myself glancing over at him as I softly say. "You'd be the only one.. But thanks."

He scoffs outloud at that comment.

"You can't possibly think I would believe that.. with you being married and having an amazing job, where everyone knows you.. That somehow I'm the only one that cares about your well being.. I don't believe that.. besides when you have a family of your own, you will have endless love." I shake my head, shrugging my shoulders. I can't help but looking away from him, holding the bottle into my tight grip as I take another huge chug and walking away.. and right back to the waterfall so hopefully I can forget about all of this for a minute.

I flop down onto the rock as I take another drink of the rum and sit the bottle down on the ground. I hunch over, covering my face with my hands, as I try to stop the tears of everything from today. Luckily after a couple deep breathes I'm finally calmed down again.. whoo that was close.

With my hands still cradling my face, I feel a hand lightly placed on my shoulder. This gets my attention as I jump and look up at Malachi, who looks concerned for me. "Are you ok? Did I say something wrong?" He asks me as I shake my head but look away feeling the tears I just put away, brimming my eyes once again.

"I'm fine." I say to him feeling the stray tear drifting down my cheek as he catches it on his finger that gently traces over my cheek. I look over at him as I observe him squatting down besides me. "You don't look fine."

"I haven't looked fine in a long time." I respond without hesitation as his eyebrows furrow. I know he wants to ask about what I mean, but you can see that he either doesn't know how to ask, or not brave enough to ask. "I wasn't lying before.. I have cancer.. or hopefully now it's HAD cancer."

"You're doing chemo?" He curiously asks anticipating my answer as his hand drifts from my cheek to my kneecap. "Um.. I tried.. for years with chemo.. but it didn't work.. So I had surgery.. yesterday to take out my ovaries.. which carry the cancer in hopes that it's gone." I quickly explain as the silent tears really start to fall.

"Well if it means anything, you don't look like you have it at all.. you look young and vibrant." He says to me as I scoff at that, rolling my eyes as I wipe away some tears "Yeah because I made it like that.. I'm wearing a wig because I have no hair and I'm pale, so I put on make-up and I have lost tons of weight.. that's why they have put me behind the desk on the news... so people won't know about my condition." I explain as his eyes go wide.

"Is your work embaressed?" He asks me but I quickly shake my head without hesitation before explaining why. "I didn't want everyone knowing.. I don't want pity.. charity or special treatment.. I don't need that.. this is already hard enough."

I wipe the pouring tears away instantly as he says to me. "Then why aren't you home resting.. getting taken care of by.... your fam... um.. husband.. getting taken care of by your husband?" He nervously stutters through, realizing I have no family to help me.

"He is too busy." I sadly say to him not wanting to admit what's keeping him busy. He scoffs at that, shooting to stand straight up as he starts pacing around. "What the hell could he be doing that is too busy to help his wife? Are you kidding me?! Is that why you have been out alone?!" he spats as I stand up slowly grabbing for my abs and he sees this. "You shouldn't be here.. you should be resting." He commands of me now as his arm wraps around my back. I nod at him just wanting anything to make me feel better.

I slowly get out of the cave to the motorcycle as he huffs more, pacing again. "I feel so bad.. I drug you out here to make you feel better and I think all I did was make you feel worse! This whole ride and excursion probably hurt you.. ugh I'm so sorry.. I just was trying to help you feel better." He declares as I smile and say softly. "It helped having someone to hang out with.. and the ride was nice.. hurt a little but really nice and the bottle helped.." I lift it up and showing it to him as I take another big drink handing the bottle back to him. He takes a drink, then spins the cap back on, just to put it back under the seat.

He nods but doesn't look like he believes me. He swings his leg over the bike, sitting down and handing me the helmet. After securing the helmet to my head, I swing my leg over the bike, sitting behind him. I know what to do this time. So I scoot up the seat until my body is completely pressed against his, while wrapping my arms tightly around his torso.

The engine flips on just to rev under our bodies as I instantly start to relax under that feeling alone. When the silent, comfortable ride that I wish to enjoy, is quickly ended.. I notice we got back sooner than wanted, to the bar. I give him a quick squeeze around his body like the weirdest hug from behind. but I wanted to show him I appriciated this, even if he doesn't believe me.. I step off the bike, just to hand him his helmet. "Thanks for the ride, it actually helped." I say to him as he nods.

"Maybe I'll see you again sometime." I state nervously as I start walking backwards towards my parked car. "Are you sure you're ok to drive?" He asks me as I give him a thumbs up for reassurance.. But then trip on some rocks as I stumble back. His jaw clenches as he shakes his head and stands over his motorcycle, wanting to come help.

I put my hands up to him. "I'm fine I swear." I reply before he can say anything to object to me driving. I just watch him shake his head as I wave at him trying to be as nonchalant as possible while getting into my car.

I let out a deep breath not liking sitting in this car more than being on his bike.. I don't know if it was the bike or him, or maybe both, but it was relaxing. I put the keys in the ignition and starting up my old reliable civic.

I back up and leave the bar area, trying to be as careful as possible. I jump from one lane to the next, trying to get home as fast as I can before I get into a wreck because I'm thinking maybe I'm not ok to drive.

I slow down to a stop at this red light, hanging out as I look up into the rear view mirror to see a motorcycle right behind me. With how dark it is I can't tell who is on the bike.. But there is a part of me hoping it's him. I look forward to see the light had turned green as I quickly step on the gas, doing a curb check as I turn to go down my street.. dammit if that is him, he will think I'm drunk and probably never want to see my stupid ass again. Why does that even matter to me? It shouldn't.. It's not like he likes me or anything.. I don't even like him so why do I care? I'm married.. well I guess not anymore.. I need to get that through my head and sign those divorce papers as soon as possible so I can get my mind right.. I'm obviously not thinking straight.. must be the alcohol.

I pull up to the front of my house and park as I sit in there for a second, before grabbing my things and opening my door. I stop instantly seeing that the motorcycle is sitting right next to my car. He reaches up flipping open his visor to me, as I confirm that it is Malachi.

I send him a small smile at the thought that he wanted to make sure I got home safe.. that's sweet. I wave at him before shutting the car door behind me and when I get up to my house door. I fumble with my keys before unlocking it.

I turn around to see he is still there waiting as I wave at him, opening the door to step in. He nods before zipping away down the street. I lock the door behind me, feeling not too bad about tonight.. that wasn't what I was intending to happen, but it was better than what I had planned. But I couldn't do my plan anyways, since he took the pills.. I'll just have to figure out something else.

Slipping off my shoes to leave them by the front door, then walking across the house to the kitchen. I grab the medicine bottle into my hands just to open it and get the necessary amount for me to not feel this internal pain, for a couple hours at least. Once they are into my system I wander to my bedroom.. but everything in there reminds me of my husband. The picture of us hung around on each wall.. our trips taken over the years.. the extra stuff he didn't want apparently, since it's left here. The gifts he gave me are on display around the room, as reminders of what I thought was love.. but apparently was just something to ease his guilt. To not make him feel as bad about his infidelity as he definently should.

I flop down on the bed as I smell his cologne lingering on his pillow.. I groan out grabbing my pillow and storming out of the room and down the hall to the extra room.. I'll have to sleep in here tonight, because the idea of sleeping in that bed that smells like him and probably had other women in it, doesn't sound like a good night of sleep.

I huff out, flopping back down on the bed as I hold my pillow tightly to my chest. What am I going to do now? That's the question of the year for me right now.. what am I going to do to survive this harsh world?

I can't stay here.. I can't afford this place with no job and there is no way I want to stay here with everything in every room reminding me of him.. this is awful.. I wouldn't wish this pain of betrayal on anyone.

I wish this pain would just go away.. I think I have suffered enough. But I guess fate has other plans for me because the pain keeps getting worse, not better.. how much more can I handle?