Ella | Backyard

I hiccuped while stumbling out of the glass house with the last six pack of liquor that was in the house.

"Well, let's not fall into the pool." I mumbled to myself.

I am drunk. Too drunk to do anything with common sense, which is why I've drank almost all the liquor. When I came outside, it was about eleven or twelve, and now I don't know what time it is. I've lost track of time, but I know for a fact it wasn't earlier than two in the morning. The truth kept me awake, so I came outside to get some fresh air and hopefully a clear head. A clear head never came, just a drunk mind.

I collapsed on the table while laughing. I grabbed one of the bottles and popped the cap off, taking the biggest gulp I could muster.

"Woo!" I laughed, cheering myself on.

I tried to sit down on the bench but failed, my butt meeting the concrete instead, making me laugh.

"Oopsie!"

I used the table to help me up, making sure my butt hit the bench this time.

I sighed, grabbing my bottle again and taking another huge gulp.

I'll be surprised if I don't have alcohol poising.

My mind drifted back to Blake, causing my eyes to water...again.

Out of all the possibilities of what it could've been, I was hoping that it wouldn't be this one. One that literally made my heart feel like it was breaking. If my heart was a window, it would've shattered like someone threw a brick at it. In my case, the brick is Blake and my heart can't shatter like a window.

The tears brought me back the reality as they tickled my face.

A year ago, I never could even imagine this happening, but look at it—happening.

I furiously wiped them as I eyed the less than half full glass bottle that sat in front of me. I grabbed it and chucked it at the concrete part of the house while letting out a loud cry of emotions. I grabbed another bottle and began chugging it down like tomorrow doesn't exist.

Hopefully tomorrow doesn't exist.

I was almost finished with that bottle when it was snatched away from me.

"H-Hey! I'm tr-trying to-" I began but stopped when I saw the thief was Blake.

A very angry Blake.

"O-oh, i-it's you." I slurred.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing Ella!?" He snarled, tossing the bottle behind him.

"Dr-drinking!"

(QUICK AUTHORS NOTE: We all know she's slurring here, right? Okay good because I'm getting tired of putting these – between the letters.)

"It looks like you're trying to get alcohol poisoning to me!"

"Maybe I am, so what!? You don't care, Blake! You don't love me, remember!" I said, reaching for another bottle but before I could grab it, he chucked the last few bottles somewhere behind him, making them bust.

"That's not true, Ella. Just because I don't love you doesn't mean I don't care! If I didn't care I wouldn't be right here trying to stop you from drinking more!" He yelled right back.

Ouch, that hurt.

"Fuck you. I don't need your help." I said, trying to get up.

"Where are you going?" He sighed, gripping my wrist.

"Somewhere you aren't." I muttered, snatching my wrist back but failing. "Let me go, I don't need your help. I don't want it!" I said, trying to pull back.

"Ella you're drunk off your ass. You may not want my help, but you fucking need i-"

While he was talking, I was trying to yank myself from his grasp, which I successfully succeeded in except for the fact that I also lost my footing and fell into the pool. I can swim, don't get me wrong but I'm too drunk to remember how to.

I kept flaring my arms while trying to stay above water.

"Blake!" I gasped, swallowing a whole mouthful of water.

I'm gonna die. I can't remember how to swim.

I felt an arm wrap around my midsection before I was pulled above surface. I quickly began gasping for air while spitting out the chlorine filled water at the same time.

"Still don't need my help?"

Blake

I sighed while looking at the drunk woman before me. Her chest was heaving up and down quickly, like she just finished a marathon. She was soaking wet, like she just got of the shower without drying off. She had fear written all over her face, like someone just gave her a death note.

"You okay?" I asked, pushing my wet hair back.

She didn't respond, just stared at me. Her lip was quivering, and I knew the salty tears would be next. I quickly wrapped her in my arms before a moment of hesitation could flow through my veins.

"Don't do that, please don't cry."

She added her tears to my chlorine filled shirt while cries escaped her mouth.

"I'm s-so-sorry."

"For what? You don't have anything to be sorry for, Ella."

"I-I do. It w-was m-my fault th-that you d-don't love me an-anym-more."

Since I needed to keep this act up, I couldn't reply to her. I had to stay silent when I wanted to do the opposite of that.

"Ella? Blake?" A soft voice asked, startling the two of us.

I looked up at the three figures that were standing in front of the door.

"What's going on?" Kelly asked, stepping over and around the glass to get to my ex-girlfriend.

"She's drunk off her ass." I mumbled while looking at Ella who switched from me to Kelly.

"Drunk?" Joseph asked.

"Yes, fucking drunk. She finished all of the alcohol that was left in this fucking house besides three bottles."

"Ella, why would you do that? Are you trying to get fucking alcohol poisoning!?" Grayson asked the extremely drunk girl while gripping her arms.

"St-stop yelling a-at me! I-I'm so-so-sorry, okay!?" She screamed, getting up and trying to run into the house, but she ran into every table along the way instead.

"Ella!" I said, attempting to go after her but was stopped by Joseph.

"Let Kelly and Grayson go."

I watched Kelly and Grayson chase after my drunk ex.

"Judging by the tv in your room, I'm guessing that she knows?"

"No. I lied to her." I said, running a hand through my hair.

"What?"

"I couldn't bring myself to tell her, man. I chickened out. I don't want to see her face when she knows, that shit's gonna hurt me man.

"You need to get your shit together Blake. You have an amazing woman upstairs crying over a piece of shit like you. You're talking about you don't want to see her face? How do you think she's gonna feel when she finds out the truth? You're a man, you're supposed to hold pain better than any female. Ella? She's a female and she's a fragile one at that. Man up, dude." He said, walking back into the house.

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Chapter 8

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