Where We Belong

Chapter 34

"I'm not going to pry but if you need someone to talk to I'm here" Slipping her hand over mine she gave it a little squeeze.

"Suddenly I don't feel so drunk anymore" I sighed coming down from my high. We needed more shots.

"Me either. Shots?" She grinned stepping of the stool so she could use it to climb the bar. "Shots" I replied

An hour had passed and I was pissed as a fart. Everyone was back in the bar, the music blaring and all in all everyone was having a good time. We'll apart from me because Blaze hadn't returned yet.

"Cage is coming" I whispered watching Allys head snap up from where it was laying on the bar. "Fuck it I'm to wasted to care" Taking the last shot she drunk half of it before passing it to me "I can't have no more" She groaned as I took the rest of it.

"Hey hotness" Cage whispered as he snuck his arms around her waist and that was my que to leave. "Call me tomorrow" I said hopping of the seat and leaving her to it. Staggering in the direction of Blazes bedroom I stopped at the end of the bar and grabbed a bottle of Jack.

It couldn't hurt to get a little more wasted on my own could it?

"Ava darlin' are you alright?" NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Turning round to face my dad I gave him two thumbs up "Just peachy old man" Turning away from him I continued on my way. Why hadn't he returned yet? Kicking the door shut behind me I

staggered and fell onto the bed.

Sitting my back against his head rest I twisted the lid off the bottle. Who needs a glass right? Taking a sip from the bottle I winced as it burned down my throat. Pushing the bottle a side I undid the button on my jeans and pulled them off. Would he come home tonight?

Jolting awake I placed a hand over my mouth and ran to the bathroom. This was not good. Reaching the toilet I fell to my knees as the vomit kept coming. I was never drinking again. Leaning against the cold tiles I wiped my mouth. I still felt drunk.

After brushing my teeth I poured some cold water over my face before heading back to bed. I needed to sleep this off. Glancing at the clock it read 2am and the other side of the bed was still empty. Feeling my stomach drop I climbed back into bed. Turning on my side I never realised I was crying until I tasted the saltiness. As my eyes grew heavy I fought to keep them open so I could wait on him but lost.

Peeling my eyes open I winced as the sunlight coming through the wondow. I needed to remember and close the blinds at night. Rubbing my eyes I sat up my hands automatically going to my head. Fuck!! What the hell did I drink last night!? I felt as though I had been hit by a car, twice. Groaning loudly I pulled the covers back and went straight for the bathroom. After taking care of business I searched my bag for a pair of pajama pants.

Walking into the bar area a laugh left my mouth as my eyes landed on Ally. She was still here?

"I'm dying" She moaned not even opening her eyes to look at me. "Snap" I groaned taking a seat beside her. "Good night but so not worth the hangover" Laying my head on the table I rubbed at my temples to try and ease the pain of this headache.

"Drink this"

He was back? Nice of him to show his fucking face!!

Sitting up I avoided looking at him and instead took the steaming cup of coffee. Once the smell reached my nose I felt the motion in my stomach. Oh shit. Placing it back on the table I high tailed it out of there and made way for the bathroom. Hearing the chuckle from Ally I flipped her off but kept on running.

Reaching the toilet I fell to my knees my arms hugging the bowl. Feeling a hand rub my back I groaned pushing it off. "D - don't... rub... my.. back" I stuttered feeling more and more coming up. Wiping at my mouth I rubbed my eyes and fell back against the cold tiles.

"Good night?" He asked

Ignoring him I pushed myself up and went to wash my face. How can he come back here and act like nothing happened? I wasn't going to fight with him I was too hungover for that. Drying my face on the towel I winced at the pounding in my head.

"Are you really going to ignore me?" He asked leaning against the wall leaving little room by the door for me to get by.

"Ssh" I groaned placing a hand over my face "Please just stop talking". I whispered sliding by his body so I could go back to bed. Not saying another word he followed me back to his room slamming the door behind us.

Really?!

Wincing loudly I glared at him before climbing into bed and throwing the covers over my head. Ah darkness is good. Where had he been all night? That was what I wanted to know but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of asking. He didn't need to know that I wanted him back here.

"You have a date with Jack last night?"

Jack?

Pulling the covers back I noticed he had the bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand. "Tequila and every other drink behind that bar". Why did I have to drink so much? Put myself through something I can't handle. Turning onto my side I pulled the covers up and around my neck. Was he going to stand there all day and stare at me?

"Why were you drinking?" He asked taking off his boots "You know you can't handle it sweets".

"So there has to be a reason as to why I got drunk with my friend? Can't I just get drunk because I fucking feel like it" Hissing I grabbed my head with both hands.

"You must be hungover if your swearing. WHAT'S WRONG AVA CAN'T HANDLE A LITTLE ALCOHOL?" He laughed raising his voice.

"Fuck you" I growled turning away from him and pulling the cover back over my head. Why did he have to be such a dick about it? Yes I was hungover and yes I wished I hadn't drunk as much as I did but fuck me if it wasn't good at the time.

"Oh you'd love to darlin' thinking about those little moans you make have me hard as a rock and right now all I want is to be buried in that tight little pussy of yours."

Feeling my breath hitch I squeezed my thighs together. How can I be so turned on with just words?

Hearing the water running I groaned knowing he'd probably not been to sleep yet and was coming to bed once he had showered. If I was staying here longer than expected then my dad needed to find me a room of my own. Feeling the bed dip the cover was pulled of my head as arms circled my waist "Stop being moody" He whispered pulling me back against his chest and burying his head in my hair.

He was not lying when he said he was hard!

Not having the energy to argue with him I felt my body relax against his. "I'm hungover Blaze not moody" I groaned wanting him to shut up and let me sleep.

"So good night then?" He whispered the hand around my waist stroking my stomach.

"Please stop that" Him rubbing at my stomach wasn't helping the way I was feeling. His hand automatically stopped but he didn't move it away. "Where did you go?" I asked changing the subject. He knew I had stayed here and got drunk but I wanted to know what he got up to.

"Taking care of business sweets. Are you working today?". So he was taking care of business all freaking night? I didn't want to say I didn't believe him but I had a feeling that's not all he was doing.

"Meant to be back shift but I don't think I'll be able to lift my head from this pillow anytime soon. What business?" I knew I was pushing it, apparently club business was club business but I was curious.

"Club business Ava nothing you need to worry about".

Why did I even ask when I knew that's the kind of reply I would have got. As the silence around us started to grow awkward I tried to think of something to say.

"That chick your friend?" He asked

"Yes so leave her alone" I yawned feeling my eyes grow heavy. Hopefully sleeping it off would get rid of it.

"She know what she's getting into?".

Huffing I rolled onto my other side so I could face him "You sound just like my dad which reminds me" Bringing my hand up I flicked him on the nose "You told him about what happened in the hospital" I glared.