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“Just hangin’,” he answers passively.
“Like a fucking freak watching me sleep from the corner of my room. Jesus, give me a drink, would ya, my mouth is as dry as a nun’s cunt.”
“Charming,” he mumbles. “Here, want this?” He holds up the vodka bottle before standing to walk toward me. I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed, only now realising that I’m naked so I pull the duvet across my lap. Not even a morning erection to hide, and I’m unsure if that’s because of the amount of drugs and alcohol I’ve consumed or if I’ve lost the ability to feel anything other than dead from the neck down.
“I wouldn’t bother covering yourself up. Harley and I have seen your junk and your hairy arse more times than I can count over the last few weeks.” Kyle sniggers and unscrews the lid of the bottle and hands it to me. “Drink,” he orders.
I frown, unsure of his intentions, but grab the bottle from his hand nonetheless and take a long couple of gulps. It takes a second to realise what he’s done and I spit out the liquid in his direction and throw the bottle on the floor. “You’re a fucking arsehole,” I bark and he raises a brow at me.
“What’s up? Water not good enough for you?” His reply taunts me and despite the heavy metal band having a riot in my head right now, I get up out of bed, not caring that I still have no clothes on and stagger in his direction.
“Back off, Kyle,” I order through gritted teeth, shoving at his chest with my hand as I pass him. His solid chest doesn’t move, but it sways me off balance. He grabs my wrist faster than I can move away and leans in close. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asks in a stern voice that I’ve never heard him use before.
“Out,” I snap, yanking my wrist from his grip.
“No, you’re not,” he replies in a calm assertive tone.
“Excuse me?” I reply, turning to face him.
“You’re not going anywhere. You’re going to go and have a freakin’ wash because you smell like a rat’s arse, then we are going for breakfast.”
“And who made you God? Who said you could come in here, telling me what I should and shouldn’t be drinking, and then telling me what I am going to do with my day?” I feel my voice getting louder, anger rises up in my chest and I lunge at Kyle, shoving at his chest with both hands this time. But still, he doesn’t budge, which angers me more. He stands there like a gentleman while I repeatedly push at him. “What the fuck are you doing here anyway? Back off, Kyle, okay? It’s my life. If I want to drink, I’ll drink. If I want to drop a couple of pills, I’ll drop ‘em. You hear me?” He tries to keep me at arm’s length but I keep coming forward at him. “Who are you to tell me? Eh? Come on, big man, wanna throw your weight around? Try me, fucking TRY ME,” I yell in his face before throwing a punch at him. He grabs my arms and twists them fast. Before I can work out what’s going on, I’m face down on the bed with my arms halfway up my back as Kyle pins me down.
“I know you’re hurting, Finn. I know it’s hard. But you’re getting nowhere fast. Harley has tried everything to drag you out of this downward spiral, and now it’s my turn. I will not let you get sucked under. You’re going to take a shower, and have a shave because you look like a god damn hobo. Then we are going to get some food at Ginny’s Diner like we used to, and you are going to talk to me.” He sighs hard. “Now, I can do this all day, I don’t have to be anywhere for the next forty eight hours. So, you take as long as you like to let it sink in that I’m not going to let you destroy yourself. You hear me?” he asks calmly. My heaving breaths slow down, and the pain travelling up my shoulder from where he is holding my arms is enough to make me stop struggling. “Now, I don’t know about you, but I am damn hungry so the sooner you come around to my way of thinking, the
“Just hangin’,” he answers passively.
“Like a fucking freak watching me sleep from the corner of my room. Jesus, give me a drink, would ya, my mouth is as dry as a nun’s cunt.”
“Charming,” he mumbles. “Here, want this?” He holds up the vodka bottle before standing to walk toward me. I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed, only now realising that I’m naked so I pull the duvet across my lap. Not even a morning erection to hide, and I’m unsure if that’s because of the amount of drugs and alcohol I’ve consumed or if I’ve lost the ability to feel anything other than dead from the neck down.
“I wouldn’t bother covering yourself up. Harley and I have seen your junk and your hairy arse more times than I can count over the last few weeks.” Kyle sniggers and unscrews the lid of the bottle and hands it to me. “Drink,” he orders.
I frown, unsure of his intentions, but grab the bottle from his hand nonetheless and take a long couple of gulps. It takes a second to realise what he’s done and I spit out the liquid in his direction and throw the bottle on the floor. “You’re a fucking arsehole,” I bark and he raises a brow at me.
“What’s up? Water not good enough for you?” His reply taunts me and despite the heavy metal band having a riot in my head right now, I get up out of bed, not caring that I still have no clothes on and stagger in his direction.
“Back off, Kyle,” I order through gritted teeth, shoving at his chest with my hand as I pass him. His solid chest doesn’t move, but it sways me off balance. He grabs my wrist faster than I can move away and leans in close. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asks in a stern voice that I’ve never heard him use before.
“Out,” I snap, yanking my wrist from his grip.
“No, you’re not,” he replies in a calm assertive tone.
“Excuse me?” I reply, turning to face him.
“You’re not going anywhere. You’re going to go and have a freakin’ wash because you smell like a rat’s arse, then we are going for breakfast.”
“And who made you God? Who said you could come in here, telling me what I should and shouldn’t be drinking, and then telling me what I am going to do with my day?” I feel my voice getting louder, anger rises up in my chest and I lunge at Kyle, shoving at his chest with both hands this time. But still, he doesn’t budge, which angers me more. He stands there like a gentleman while I repeatedly push at him. “What the fuck are you doing here anyway? Back off, Kyle, okay? It’s my life. If I want to drink, I’ll drink. If I want to drop a couple of pills, I’ll drop ‘em. You hear me?” He tries to keep me at arm’s length but I keep coming forward at him. “Who are you to tell me? Eh? Come on, big man, wanna throw your weight around? Try me, fucking TRY ME,” I yell in his face before throwing a punch at him. He grabs my arms and twists them fast. Before I can work out what’s going on, I’m face down on the bed with my arms halfway up my back as Kyle pins me down.
“I know you’re hurting, Finn. I know it’s hard. But you’re getting nowhere fast. Harley has tried everything to drag you out of this downward spiral, and now it’s my turn. I will not let you get sucked under. You’re going to take a shower, and have a shave because you look like a god damn hobo. Then we are going to get some food at Ginny’s Diner like we used to, and you are going to talk to me.” He sighs hard. “Now, I can do this all day, I don’t have to be anywhere for the next forty eight hours. So, you take as long as you like to let it sink in that I’m not going to let you destroy yourself. You hear me?” he asks calmly. My heaving breaths slow down, and the pain travelling up my shoulder from where he is holding my arms is enough to make me stop struggling. “Now, I don’t know about you, but I am damn hungry so the sooner you come around to my way of thinking, the
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