Addicted

•thirteen•

T/W: Alcohol consumption

"I never should have started helping you in the first place" Billie yelled in my face.

"Billie I-

"I DONT WANT TO HEAR IT!" She yelled, turning around and slamming the door in my face.

My eyes quickly blink open, and I shift myself, removing my head from Billies' embrace.
"Hey" she smiles.

"You should go" I mumble, staring at the ceiling.

"Hm?" She questions, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

"You should go," I say a little more clearly.

"Why?" She asks.

"Because I don't need to be taken care of"

"Ivy I'm not here to take care of you. Not at all." She states.

"Then why are you here?" I ask.

"Because you're a cool person" she shrugs.

I angrily hop out of bed and open Mia's door.

"No really, I don't need you" I state.

"I know you don't need me but-

I cut her off shouting "please just go"

"Fine" she mumbles; grabbing her phone and walking out of the room.

I can't do this. It makes me to anxious. As much as I want to be her friend or more than friends, it just doesn't seem like a good idea. I'm scared of being In a relationship and being more destroyed than I already am.

As soon as I hear the front door shut. I walk to the window and watch her pull out of the driveway.

Picking up my phone seeing its midnight, I click on Bree's contact.

"Hello," Bree says.

"Bree are you free?" I ask quickly.

"Yeah, what's up?" She asks.

"I'm picking you up in 30 mins, be ready!"

"Oh okay-
I hang up and quickly plaster makeup to cover up the leftover makeup from a couple of hours ago.

I make my way to the liquor store, grabbing a bottle of vodka, Smirnoff ice, and a pack of Palm Bays.
I throw the drinks in the back seat of my car and drive to Brees.

"Sup my bitch" she says as she gets in the car.

"We are getting hammered, that's what's up" I mutter, pulling back onto the road.

"Oh? Why?" She asks.

"Why the fuck not" I fake a smile.

"True," She says turning the music up.

After 5 shots of vodka, and a couple of palm bays, I'm feeling a little more than buzzed.

"Let's go to a cluuuuuub" I whine.

"I don't know, you're already pretty fucked up." She hesitates.

I could tell she wasn't really in the mood to get drunk which is okay, but I on the other hand wanted it.
I've only ever gotten drunk a hand full of times after seeing who my father has become.

"Pleaaaaassseeeee" I beg, on my knees.

"Fine, I'll get an Uber" she gives in, rolling her eyes.

"Yay," I smile. Jumping up and down, like a child on Christmas morning.