SIN'S POV

Lights.

Whilst my vision may be blurry, I can see the lights, the blinding lights and the mist of faces and echo of worries surrounding me in this small, enclosed space.

Where the fuck am I?

I feel so groggy, my body is heavy and my head- my head is pounding.

When I attempt to sit up, I can't.

I turn to either side of me, being welcomed by the sight of drips. I'm in the hospital?

Last thing I remember was drinking. Drinking, drinking and more drinking. Why was I drinking?

Missy.

Oh my god.

Sweat soaks my forehead.

She's my mother?

My argument with Lina. Oh my god, I was so horrible. Where is Lina? I want Lina. Fuck, I need Lina.

"Sin? Sin? Oh my god, you're awake?"

A scent of strawberries surrounds me as Missy wraps her arm round me, her son. "I was so worried."

"Where's..Where's Lina?" I mutter, feeling slightly more alive then I did before.

She shakes her head. "You teenagers. Don't you worry about her, okay? Worry about yourself. God, Sin, you gave us all a fright, didn't you? What were you thinking?"

"No," I shake my head, placing my hands either side of me to attempt to push myself up, "don't act like my mother. You're not my mother, okay? I want Lina. Call her."

Missy chews her lip, her eyes swelling up as she rushes to my side to help me up.

"I get it's weird, Sin. I know. But I am your mother, okay? I shouldn't have kept it from you for so long. But now isn't the time to speak about this, okay? Wait until your better."

"I'm fine." I grunt, gently raising my hand as I rub my eyes.

Missy nods. "Always are, aren't we? Now, the nurse is calling Lina. I'll call Jagger and Zachary. They've been amazing, mate."

"Ok." I respond bluntly, laying back onto my bed, praying this bitch will leave me alone.

Luckily, god must be on my side as Missy soon gets the picture and goes out, although a nurse does follow her.

"We put you in a medical coma. You had your stomach pumped. It was really bad your situation, we need you to stay in the hospital another day, if that's okay. If not, you can sign yourself out but we strongly advise against it. In addition, we would like to sign you up to our Abolishing Alcohol Addictions group, otherwise known as our hospitals AAA, as we believe it would be extremely beneficial to you."

Taking a deep breath, I nod, knowing it's whats best for me. "Yeah. Yeah, okay. I would like to sign out today, if that's alright? Have people I need to see. But please sign me up for that thing, I completely agree."

"Okay. That's okay, sir, please wait a while as the doctor will come have a chat with you before you sign out."

After hours of bullshit and paperwork, they tell me 'safe recovery' and to 'drink responsibly' - as if I haven't heard it all before.

As I climb into the taxi, I feel nervous. Why hasn't Lina called me?

It'll be okay.

Everything will be okay.

**********
MARCH 31ST

"So none of you have seen her? Shit, man, that sucks. So she's just been like, avoiding you and all your group like the plague? Fair play, fair play. Nah man though, that must suck." Taylor, this new guy at work, talks to me whilst we pour the posh business men some champagne.

I nod. "Yep. Last time I saw her was before my little coma session. It sucks bro, everyone was telling me how much she cared when I was in hospital but now I never see her. She must have came in the room the other day though, as all her stuff was gone."

Taylor shakes his head as he stacks glasses onto a tray. "Bro, you need to move on. Come out with us! Get wasted."

"I can't, remember? I'm a recovering alcoholic."

"Oh shit. Sorry man." He says, before heading over to the group of stuck-up twats and handing them his champagne.

I've been going to the AAA sessions. Don't get me wrong, it's hard because I work around alcohol so much, but I've only relapsed once since the coma session (as I like to call it).

Work has actually been a huge help- they've given me the necessary time off and have stopped allowing me to have a pint after work but rather a glass of water or a cuppa.

When I finish my shift, I hop into my car (it's a cheap little thing, but great) and drive back to the college. Sitting in the car park, I scroll through my phone.

Amber: Hey Sin, would you like to come to the cinema with me? I would love to see you again. Let me know x

Rhiannon: Hey Sin. Need to speak to you, had a chat with Paul and I think it's vital for you fo hear about it xx

I nearly throw up in my mouth- I fucking hate Paul. Rhiannon's stepdad and Lina's sperm donor. I don't know much about him, but I hate him.

Unknown number: i'm sorry.

Who could that be? Lina?

Missy: Please message me. I want to see my son. Please? xxx

Arianna: Sin? Did you get a message too? x

Fuck. I climb out my car, lock it and then begin heading towards my room, intending on calling Arianna back the minute I'm inside.

As I turn my key into the door, I can feel eyes on me. I quickly turn around.

Nobody's there.

Nobody's there, yet I can't quite brush the feeling that somebody's there.

"Hello?" I call out and see the bush near me move- a flash of brown. Maybe a fox?

I open the door, then come the eyes again. Spinning round, my pupils lock onto someone's devilish green eyes.

She looks at me, fiddling with her long sleeved black jacket. Her hair is brown, long and brown and a wild, curly mess. Her purple eyeshadow compliments her outfit- a purple skirt with a grey baggy nirvana top, paired with fishnets, knee high boots and her famous necklace and bracelet set. Her mascara is smudged and a solitary tear sits by her nose.

"Sin."

I'm at a loss for words, all I can do is grab her arm and pull her into our room, closing the door behind us.

So many questions, so many things to discuss, yet all I can do is stare at her in her raw beauty. Her hair feels weird being brown, but it looks amazing.

"What the fuck-" she begins to yell after being shoved into the room and against the closed door, her hands and perfect nails (purple with red sad faces on) pushing against my chest.

The warmth of her touch gets the best of me and all my rage and heartbreak melts away as I brush away the bit of hair that always falls into her face.

"Fuck. Where the fuck have you been, little red?" I whisper, my voice beginning to croak as I finally manage to speak.

She opens her mouth, most likely to protest, but then instantly closes it again and gnaws nervously at her bottom lip, looking up at me- her eyes still wet.

I lean down and my lips find hers in an instance. Everything is how it's meant to be as I place my arms either side, trapping her in so she doesn't leave me again.

Her hands come to my neck, her body pressing against me desperately, her tongue darting hungrily as our bodies are finally reunited.

I want to take it further but I know I can't because there is so many questions, so many things to discuss.

For example: where the fuck has she been?

"No. Stop." I pull back and she takes a deep breath, placing a hand on the handle.

I shake my head, grabbing her arm again. "No. No. No, no, no. You're not leaving me. Not again."

"You left first." She retaliates, but huffs and lets go of the door, going to sit on her- the spare bed.

I place my hands on my head, pacing anxiously up and down, unaware of what just happened.

"Where the fuck have you been, Lina?"

She grabs a lighter and what I presume (based off the smell) a zoot out of her pocket. "Been around. You know, here and there. What about you, mister can't handle his drank? Where have you been? Fucking Amber? Don't act like people don't talk."

"Maybe I have. Is that jealousy, Lina?"

"Cat," she corrects me, before lighting her zoot in my fucking room, "and no. I don't get jealous, that's for saddos."

"Don't fucking smoke in my room." I say, grabbing her wrist and pulling the zoot out of her hand.

She laughs, laying back on the bed. "That hurt. God, you were more fun before you nearly died. What happened, hm?"

Looking at her in disgust, I sit at the end of the bed. She's so rude, what the hell has happened to her?

"Lina. Are you okay?" I ask, placing a hand on her thigh.

She sighs, sitting up and staring at me. "I'm great, Sin. You look great. I'm sure your great. Perfect job, alive mum and a new girlfriend. Amber is beautiful by the way."

"Do you really think I would have pinned you against a fucking wall and kissed you if I had a new girlfriend? I can do it again if it helps you realise?"

Lina crosses her arms, looking at me. "Did you get my message?"

"So it was you."

"Who else would have anything to be sorry for, dipshit?"

I shrug. "Didn't realise you knew how to apologise."

"Neither did I, it was quite the revelation." She winks at me and I can't help but chuckle, causing a glint of cheer in her eyes. God, I've missed those eyes.

She shuffles uncomfortably, fiddling with her jacket again, tugging at the sleeve as if it doesn't cover her enough.

"Are you cold? I can turn the radiators on if you'd like? I'm actually quite hot- but yeah."

She shakes her head. "No, Sin, I'm okay. I'm not cold."

"Are you sure?" I ask, worried. She looks so different, but those eyes of hers never let me down.

Lina nods. "I need to get going. It's nice to see your looking great, Sin. I'm sorry for not speaking to you. I'll call you soon, okay?"

She stands up and walks towards the room, placing her hand on the handle. "Unlock the door, Sin." she instructs, her voice filled of impatience and sadness.

"No," I shake my head vigorously, "you're not leaving me again."

"Let me leave, Sin. Let me out." She argues, pulling on the handle once more.

I walk over to her and just stare at her, in awe of her beauty. Her natural hair is stunning (she's different without the red, but nonetheless she's gorgeous) and those eyes always get me.

Fuck, what am I feeling?

She sighs, walking over to the kitchenette and putting two slices of bread into our- sorry, my toaster.

"You wanna talk? Fine, Sin, then talk."

Lina grabs a knife and a pot of nutella out the cupboard, also grabbing a plate in the process whilst waiting for her toast to be ready.

"Where have you been, Lina? Why didn't you speak to me?"

She lets out a sigh again and turns to face me. "Did you know I have never been afraid of anything, not for the first sixteen years of my life? Nearly seventeen?"

"Good for you, I guess? What are you implying? Wait. What are you afraid of now?" I question, walking towards her but leaving some space between us.

The toast pings, breaking the quiet tension as she dumps it on a plate before turning to face me again.

"I'm an avoider. It's always worked for me, you know. Avoid situations, avoid pain, avoid heartbreak. Since my madre died, I promised myself never to get attached to someone ever again, because you know what Sin? People are shit."

"So you've said." I respond, realising this is the most she has and probably will ever open up to me.

She covers the knife in nutella and sighs once more as she covers the plain toast with her favourite, delicious spread.

"When I found you..." she bites her lip nervously, turning to face me again, "when i found you, i couldn't avoid it. Emotion, pain, heartbreak. They came at me, taunting me. I thought it was the end, honestly, I believed that I had lost all my confidence in myself and just, me, I guess. No. I thought I had lost you, Sin, which scared me so much."

I nod, understanding, feeling despondent and almost quit guilty.

She curses 'fuck' as she accidentally slices her pinky finger whilst making the nutella. I instinctively grab her waist, pulling her towards me.

"Let me look." I insist, grabbing her finger.

Lina shakes her head. "It's a tiny cut, Sin, I've had worse."

"I'll help you and you get to the point. What are you trying to say, Lina? You ran away because you care about me?"

"I don't know how I feel. All I know is.. All i know.." she mumbles, not wanting to finish her sentence.

I wrap a plaster from my first aid kit I keep in the cupboard round her finger. "All you know....?"

"All I know is that out of all my addictions, you are the one that scares me the most." she whispers, gnawing at those beautiful lips of hers as she looks up at me intently.

I kiss her again, this time slowly and surely. I know there is still a large amount of unanswered questions but I need her- I crave her.

Because alcohol isn't my addiction, she is.

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hey besties ;)

due to technical issues, i am struggling to post chapters as the top right corner of my phone doesn't work- which just so happens to be where the post is. i am getting a new phone in september, however that is a while away.

in addition, my mental health has been so shitty recently. i have no motivation or energy and i feel extremely drained- but i'm working on it!

thank you so much for sticking by me and sticking by sin and lina. it's about time you got an update (even if it's small and not my best piece of work)

hope you liked it. a lot of dialogue today- apologies if it isn't your thing!

so sin's awake and my babies are reunited after a long time of no talk.

will they thrive or fall?

find out next time ;)

- the uberest A