Why'd you only call me when you're high? (Alex Turner Fanfic)

Chapter 13

***Alex POV***

This was it. Our last show. I looked out onto the crowds of screaming fans and inhaled, this was my life. It was amazing. I pulled a comb out of  my back pocket and fixed my quiff, causing an uproar of girlish screams from the audience. I smirked as I slid it back into my pocket. As we performed our final songs, my mind became cloudy. I was hit with the realization that I would be heading home soon and I would be able to confront Gab. She was all I could think about, for some stupid fucking reason. She was taking over every inch of my brain. Was it because I needed closure? Was it because I wanted to see how bad she was doing compared to me? Or was it because I still fucking loved the girl.

***Gabrielle's POV***

I was laying in bed, counting the tiles in my ceiling until I was strangely interrupted by a banging on my door, which was really fucking odd. I didn't have any friends and the ones I managed to make I have alienated. I opened the door to reveal my boss, Karen. With a strange look on her face that I couldn't quite read. She barged in without invitation and sat on my couch.

"You. Sit." She said bluntly and pointed to the seat next to her.

"K-karen-" I said, my voice raspy. I hadn't spoken to anyone really and I was severely dehydrated. "Why are you here?"

"Why am I here?? Because I'm your fucking boss and you have left Starlite high and dry. No calls. No resignation. Absolutely no sign of communication from you in months. We have sent you numerous letters and emails and texts and calls, which you have responded to none of them." She fumed. I've never seen her go on such a rampage.

"I'm sorry." I said "I-" I tried to speak but I was cut off by an overwhelming sense of emotion, I started bursting out cry. Karen stared at me sobbing and her face softened. She looked around uncomfortably before doing something I've never EVER seen her do. She put her arm around my shoulders and pulled me into a half embrace. She shushed me and tried to calm me down so she could make sense of my babbling hysteria. I pulled away to wipe my face and she tucked a piece of my hair behind my arms. 

"Gabrielle.... did something happen to you?" She asked softly, not sure how to go about this strange and sensitive subject.

I looked at her for was seemed like forever but it was only a matter of seconds. I pondered about what I should say to her and if I should tell the truth. I looked down at my thighs, which had shrunk a great deal. I knew I couldn't live like this. I didn't want to live like this. I've never hit rock bottom so hard and I was begging to get out. I took a deep breath and I told her. I told her everything.

She stayed silent the whole time as I told my story start to finish. With the drugs and the heartbreak and the mental instability, I left no detail out. 

When i was finished, I sat there waiting for a response. 

She sighed before speaking. "You know, you remind me a lot of myself."

"How Karen? I'm a waste of space and you're a successful woman. There is no comparison" 

She half smiled, "I wasn't always put together. I had times in my life where I wanted to shove the barrel of a fucking gun down my throat. I was a mess. I was broken, but you know what happens when you have something broken? You fix it. It takes time and effort, but eventually it will be as good as new. It's very possible. I see so much potential in you." She said, taking my small boney hand into hers. "You need guidance of course. I'm willing to give you that. I would hate to see such a talented girl go to waste. You can't let the city get to you." She smiled.

"What do I even do? Where do I begin?" I questioned, still shaking from the unsual feeling of actually having emotions again.

"Do you want to be clean?" She said sternly.