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But behind closed doors she had been a complete wreck. She knew it was bad, but she didn’t care. She wanted to be off the wagon if Andy was too. She wanted to not feel the pain of being alone.
     
    “Melanie, it’s us. Please, open the door.” “Us” sounded ominous to her, though she knew who it must be. She hadn’t even texted or called Caleb in over a week, and she had been pulling the veil over Irene’s eyes for long enough that Irene must be figuring it all out by now. She knew at some point they’d find a way to break in or something, but she ignored it hoping they’d think she wasn’t home for the moment.
     
    She stood up and grabbed the half empty bottle of wine off the floor and took it into the bedroom, shutting off her television on the way. She didn’t want any clue that she was there. As she fell onto the unmade sheets, she brought the bottle to her lips and let the warm liquid slip down her esophagus. She tipped it back until she was laying down and ready to pass out again. Nothing could disturb her now.
     
    She felt a goofy grin spread across her face as she let her body relax, and she dropped the bottle on the ground. She heard it break but didn’t care. The knocking on the door came again, more frantic this time. They must have heard the bottle break. Oh well, there was no getting to the front door now. “I’m fine!” she tried to call to them, but she was sure what came out what much more inaudible than that.
     
    She relaxed into her cushy bed, her legs hanging off the edge, and let her eyes shut. They would just have to figure it out later that she was okay. Maybe she would text them when she woke up and sobered up.
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    “Wake up, Melanie!” Melanie was rudely awakened to a rush of cold water and a hand patting her face. She tried to open her eyes and immediately cried out. The light was penetrating her whole body. It felt like it was going to kill her. Her skull was split in half. “I think she’s waking up, Irene. How’s it going with her phone?” Caleb’s voice rang in Melanie’s ears like a gong. She reached out and found his ear and yanked it towards her.
     
    “Would you please be quiet? My head is going to explode all over you,” Melanie told him through gritted teeth.
     
    “Yep, definitely awake,” Caleb called back to Irene. Melanie opened her eyes just a slit to see if she could get her bearings. She was in the bathtub in her own bathroom. The shower was on, spraying cold water onto her. She squinted to see that Irene was right outside the bathroom holding her phone. What was Irene doing with her phone? And why was her hand wrapped in a bandage?
     
    “Hand, what’s wrong?” she pointed to Irene and looked to Caleb for the answer.
     
    Caleb pursed his lips at her, and Melanie felt like a little kid in trouble for stealing candy. “You broke a wine bottle in the floor of your room, and Irene cut her hand trying to pick it up.” She could hear the disapproving tone in his voice and cringed. She’d become that person again.
     
    “How did you get in?” she asked as another terrible pain ripped its way through her head. She brought up her knees and put her head down on them, successfully drowning out more of the light. The water felt good on her neck as well, which she just realized had been sweating.
     
    “I told the landlord he looked hot in his high-waters and scored a key.” At least Caleb was still in the mood to joke. Perhaps she hadn’t entirely killed their friendship with her alcoholic shenanigans. Why in the world did they keep coming to her rescue?
     
    “Ah, hey, Martin is it?” Melanie sat straight up in the tub to see what Irene was doing. She had somehow got into her phone and called Martin. Oh Lord, it was an intervention. Regretting her fast, jerking movements, she slid back down into the tub and closed her eyes, listening in to the one-sided conversation. “No, I’m a friend of hers. Yes, we could actually use your help. We found her