I'm worried about John...he's always..drinking

He doesn't hurt me or anything most of the time he just passes out. But it seems like if we get into the smallest argument or he gets upset about something he drinks.

I just got home from work and found John sitting on the couch drinking a beer.

"John you've been drinking too much.."

"Hey Charlieeee~" he smiled
"John.." I mumbled

John reached for me. I just walked away. He's been drinking way too much!

I take his beer and throw it out. I'm tired of him always being drunk.

"Charles! I was drinking that!" He slurred angrily
"John you drink all the time now...I just wanna spend time with you. When you're sober."

John just got angrier. He got another beer out and just ignored me. He's a bitch when he's drunk.

"John please don't drink another one.."

John flipped me off. As tears rolled down my cheeks I went to John's room and stuffed my stuff in a bag. I didn't have much. I wore a lot of John's clothes.

He cares more about his beer than me.

I stuffed my phone charger in my bag and left. John didn't seem to care.

But then again he's drunk..

I went back to my apartment. I unpacked the little stuff I had and laid on my couch sobbing.

The next morning I went to the gym. John was there and I didn't want to see him.

"Hey Charles. I didn't see you this morning. Did you leave early?"

I didn't answer him

"Charles?" He asked "Charles what's wrong?"
"I should be asking you that! You're always drinking and when I try to get you to stop and help you, you just flip me off!" I grabbed my water bottle and left.

John went after me "Charles I'm sorry! I won't drink!"
"John you're an alcoholic."
"What?! No I'm not! I can quit when I want to!"
"John you can't and you know it!"

John grabbed my hand "please let me try!"
I hugged him. I love him. I just....He needs help.

"No. You need help." I muffled into his chest
"I know..."