autophobia «h.s a.u»

GREY/ 7

I woke up in my bed.
It was cold and I felt the hangover consuming me.
I don't remember much of last night, but the hangover was enough to tell me it was an eventful one.
I stood up and pulled the blanket off the bed with me. I peeled of my clothes that smelled like tequila and smoke, and slipped on my bath robe.
I walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower.
I stood I front of the mirror now.
I had dark circles under my eyes and I looked terrible.
But nothing eased the ache in my chest.
I was missing something but I don't know what.
A knock at the door startled me and it took me a second to remember I didn't live alone.
"Grey?" Claire spoke through the door.
"Yeah?" I sighed opening the door.
"Do you remember anything about last night? Anything at all?" She asked, handing me two alive and a water bottle.
"I sighed and shook my head.
She looked pained and uncomfortable with the situation she was now in.
"Claire?"
She didn't look at me but she mumbled something under her breathe I couldn't make out.
"Claire what's wrong? You're making me nervous." I started tapping my fingers on the counter and I could tell I was about to start pacing.
"I uh- well- Harry filled me in about last night..." She was really starting to worry me.
"Damnit Claire what happened." I yelled, frustration dripping from my words.
"I- Grey.." She hesitated. "Grey have you -uh - have you been skipping your meds?" She asked quietly.
I froze.
I was confused and worried and a million emotions whirred through my mind.
"Why would you ask me that, Claire?" I said quietly.
"Grey, I- just tell me! Have you or have you not been taking your medicine?!" She was shouting now.
I couldn't tell her.
No, we won't tell her
Shit.
It was happening. I had to get out of this tiny bathroom like right now.
"I- Claire. Move."
I shoved past her and stormed outside.
I rounded a few corners and stopped to see if she had followed me.
She didn't.
A part of me wanted her to chase me down.
To come dragging me back inside and demand I tell her the truth.
But that was not the case.
Maybe she'd finally given up on me
You mean on us?
No
Yes
No
Yes
No
Stop it.
I had to get out of here.
I walked to my car and pulled the door shut and sat there for a second.
After I had calmed down a little, I looked down.
Great. Just great.
I was in my bathrobe.
And I left the shower on.
I didn't want to go back in there. Not yet anyways.
I'll just drive around until Claire leaves for work.
Unfortunately it was Saturday.
Claire doesn't work on Saturdays.
"Well shit." I muttered and just decided to go to Harry's.
This was going to be a long day.