Chapter 41: Ollie to the Rescue

I hadn’t moved from where I crumpled on the floor, in I don’t know how long. Well, I did move once, so that I could grab the bottle of Witches’ Meade, when I threw the bottle at him before I hadn’t been thinking, hadn’t been thinking about how much I was going to need a drink after he left.

I was now laying on the floor, taking huge gulps from the Meade every few seconds. I didn’t know if I had anymore bottles of it. I wasn’t going to get up to find them. No, I was going to stay right here and stare at my door and try not to think about who had walked out of it not long ago.

‘I can explain.’

His words hit me again like a ton of bricks and I winced as I heard them, taking another huge swig and trying to focus on the hum of warmth flowing through my body from the booze. Booze was better than feelings. Booze never lied to you. I chuckled a little to myself. ‘I’ve gone insane’ I thought as I moved slightly so that I could drink a little better.