On The Run With Love (Book 1 Of Running Series)

Chapter 12 - One bottle down

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Chapter 12 - One bottle down

Keane's POV

3 hours later...

I was fucked!

I didn't know what time it was.

Not that I cared.

I was slumped outside the services, empty bottle of vodka strewn next to me. It was dark and cold and I was severely drunk, to the limit where it was serious. Surprisingly I could think rationally, or it was probably just my mind playing tricks on me;

I could choke on my own vomit...

My system could shut down...

Shit...

I needed to get back to the travel inn.

Pronto...

I was that drunk that it wasn't in any type of stage, I managed to pull myself and stagger my way in the direction I thought the travel lodge was...stumbling over a few dozen times, lying on the cold concrete and forcing my legs to get up.

Oh god I felt so sick...it felt like a good thing to do at the time. I reached the reception; a young woman was in there,

"Are you okay?" She asked,

"...234" I managed to slur hoping she'd understood me and that I was comprehensible. I then collapsed to the floor, knowing I was going to be sick any moment, or pass out.

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"KEANE" I heard someone shout, I opened my eyes slightly, Tayte, Noah and Arii were rushing over to me,

"You didn't" Tayte said,

"Sick" I think was all I managed to slur out.

"You fucking did, you prat" I heard him sigh, "Come on, help me quick, we need to get him back to our room" Tayte grabbed me, hauling me up with Noah on my other side, I think they dragged me back to the room,

"Thank you" Arii said to the receptionist, rushing after us. Literally as soon as they threw the door open, Tayte threw me into the bathroom and I puked my guts up,

"I'll sort him out, I have before"

"He's our brother" Arii and Noah said,

"He's in no state to be any ones brother" He said closing the bathroom door.

Tayte's POV

Keane was still puking his guts up.

He was such a twat.

"How much did you have?" I asked,

"Fuck..." He said puking up again and then slumped to the floor groaning,

"Keane this is serious, if you don't tell me, I'm driving you to the nearest hospital or I'm calling an ambulance"

"Shit" He groaned,

"KEANE"

"I...I don't know" I slurred, "Don't...shout grumpy,"

"What do you mean you don't know...don't play games with me Keane...I know your fucking pissed out of your brain but seriously how much did you have?"

"A bottle....one bottle" I slurred closing my eyes, he slapped my cheeks,

"Of what Keane? Please tell me WKD or something with a low percentage," he puked up again and then shut his eyes once more, sinking to the floor,