Prologue

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You're scared of the way I make you feel because you don't want to feel anything."
-Maya Banks, Sweet Temptation

*Will start updating daily by June. *

"Ivy you say you don't care about him anymore, that there wasn't anything intense going on between you two last year. But your eyes are always on him, always watching him.
Why?"

"It's just...I know him,  we know each other Jay. I know him better than i know myself.

I know his birthday, and his middle name, i know where he was born, and his star sign.

I know his parents names, all four of them. I know that his memories get muddles, that he thinks he remembers his dad teaching him to ride a bike but it was actually always his uncle.

I know that that fucks with him at night, and i know that there are so many more reasons why he stays awake staring at the ceiling until 5AM.

I know his eye colour, and the way it changes according to his mood, i know his scars and the freckles on his skin.

I know all his favourites; colour, movie, tv show, song, food.

I know why he turned to alcohol and why he struggled to put it down, and i know how much regret he feels because of it all.

I know the feel of his hands against my body, the way he smiles when he isn't even the slightest bit happy.

Jay i know how the boy likes his tea, i know that he bangs the salt shaker three times before using it and tries not to let anyone see.

I know when to wake him up and when to let him sleep.

I know the thoughts running through his head before i even got the chance to ask, but i also know to ask, because sometimes he says things that are unexpected to me.

Jay, i know him, i know how it feels to be loved by him and i know how it feels to be hated by him.

Right now he hates me, he doesn't want me near.

But i know him, i know somethings not right.

That he's struggling.

For some reason he's fallen out of love with the world and i don't think it has anything to do with me leaving.

There's something else going on.

And i'll be damned if i let him destroy himself in front of me, under my own two eyes."

A/n: What did ya think?

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