Forever (Book 3) [l. hemmings]

Chapter 25

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Victoria's P.O.V.

There's a knock at the door, waking me up, and I check the time.

Why is somebody here at four in the morning?

I look over to Luke, debating if I should wake him up or not.

Deciding not to, I head downstairs, where there's still knocking on the door.

I open the door, and I guess Calum was leaning up against it, so he fell straight to the floor.

"Calum? Are you alright?" I question.

He giggles from the floor, "I'm drunk."

I help him stand up and bring him over to the sofa.

"Why are you this drunk, again?" I ask.

"I was hurting." He smiles.

He's clearly out of it, considering he's smiling about all of this.

"Hurting?"

"Yea, not like physically, silly. Because Jess." He says, laying down. "Well maybe physically too, I'm so sad I feel it physically."

I sigh, "Cal, just go to sleep."

"Okay. Can I tell Jess and Zoe I love them?" He questions as he closes his eyes.

"Not really.." I mutter.

"Oh."

"Goodnight Cal." I call as I head back upstairs.

Luke is awake when I get back to our room.

"What's going on?" He groggily asks.

"Calum. Again." I mutter.

"It's been almost every night for the past two weeks of him showing up here like this. It has to stop." Luke replies.

I sigh, climbing back into bed, "Luke, it's okay... You know he's going through a lot right now."

"Yea, I know. Can we just go back to sleep?" He replies.

"Goodnight, I love you." I mumble.

He smiles, "I love you too Vic."

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The next morning when I walked downstairs I was greeted by Calum drinking again. He doesn't give himself the opportunity to sober up.

I really regret letting him know where we keep the alcohol in this house.

"Calum stop drinking." Luke tiredly mumbles as he goes to sit on the sofa.

"No." He mutters.

Calum stands up and attempts walking, but almost falls, so he stands up against the table.

"Calum you're going to drink yourself to death." I tell him.

"Good." He mutters.

"What?" I question, grabbing the bottle he was currently drinking from.

"I said good. I don't want to be here. I lost the most important people in my life. Just give me my alcohol." He replies, reaching for the bottle I just took from him.

"Calum, no." I reply.

"Just let me drink I don't fucking care if die!" He yells.

"I would care if you died I won't let you do this!" I exclaim.