Alcoholic Veins

Would you ever think after one bar fight, Brooklyn might find the boy to take the liquor out of her hands, and show her what love was again?

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I looked around the room sighing, knowing there was no way out. Maybe if I show signs of progress I would get out sooner. My eyes caught on a buzzer, one that I could speak through and someone could talk to me. I assumed it would direct me to the front reception area.

I hit the button and decided to talk, hoping I would be heard on the other end.

"Hello?"

"How may I help you?"

"I shouldn't be here, I think this is a mistake."

"Miss Brooklyn, I don't have any control over who comes and goes. The fine young gentleman that brought you in today requested for this. I'm sorry but theres nothing else I can do."

"Uhm, is there anyone I can talk to?"

"To get you out?"

"No.. As in a councilor.."

"Oh! Yes, give me one second and I can see if Miss Dee can have you stop in, if thats what you'd like."

"Please. And, uhm, does jail food make you fat..?"

There was static for a second. "Sweetie you know this isn't jail. Consider it your new dorm room, all to yourself."

I walked back and stared at the door. The static went off again and I heard the same voice.

"And Miss Dee will see you in ten minutes."

I ignored the voice and continued staring at the door. Pictures raced through my head, and constantly I saw Harry kissing me play over and over. My mind shook and I felt my body shut down, and went with my natural instincts. Run and fight your way until you get what you want.

"I don't belong here!"

My fists met with the cold door, the floor shaking with every hit.

"Get me out!"

I continued screaming and the door swung open, my fist then meeting the hand of someones.

I looked up, blinking away the tears and ran around the body, heading for the emergency exit. But, he was too quick. He grabbed my hip and threw me over his shoulder, and I attacked his back demanding he put me down.

The screaming and punching didn't end until I was sat back on my feet in an office, the lights dimmed. I pushed away the tears and spat near the body that removed me from my room.

"Ma'am, would you like for me to handcuff her?"

"No, you should just go."

The dark and tall figure nodded. The woman sitting in front of me didn't speak until the door shut.

"So Brooklyn, may I call you that?"

I nodded.

"What are you in hear for?"

"They said this wasn't a prison," I scoffed. "Uh, my boyfriend is saying I have an alcohol addiction."

"Now, is he correct? This, shall we say, boyfriend of yours?"

"Yes."

"Why? When did you start drinking?"

"I- I had this boyfriend. Noah, Noah was his name. He was the cutest boy on the planet, and I was in love with him."

I laughed.

"But.. I was wrong. I wasn't in love. In fact, when we began to date, it was the complete opposite. Now that I had what I wanted I fell out of love. I wasn't the girl who would stare at him in the halls and squeal every time with my friends whenever we made eye contact. It just seemed wrong, like he was wrong."

"What was so wrong?"

"He- he treated me wrong."

"Continue, I'm fascinated."

"Well, Noah wanted to party and have sex and be the coolest thing on the face of this earth. And when I said no, he hit me. Over and over, and I got scared. So I gave into the drinking and it made me forget about all the things he did, all the things he said."

"What did he say?"

"Awful things."

"Like?"

"I was called a slut. And- and worthless."

"Is that it?"

I laughed.

"I wish."

"So alcohol helped you forget?"

"Exactly."

"And why do you still drink? Is there something nobody knows you want to forget?"

I nodded.

"Can you share it?"

I shook my head.

"I- I don't want to."

"Maybe I phrased this wrong Brooklyn. I need you to tell me in order to figure out your problems."

"Okay."

I felt the tears build up.

"I cant do this."

"Try, yes you can."

"I- I met Liam drunk. And I think I forgot who I was with that night and handled it as if he were Noah. And I did what Noah did to me."

"And whats that?"

"Forced me into sex."

"So, you feel you forced this Liam?"

"Exactly."

"Oh, don't cry. Its not your fault. Please don't."

I shook my head.

"I'm sorry. I cant do this."

"Would you like to use my phone and call him? I know they forced him to leave."

I nodded, taking her phone and punching in his number.

"Liam?"

"Brook?"

"Hi."

"How are you calling me?"

"I- I used my therapists phone."

"Oh."

"I'm sorry."

"You didn't do anything."

"Yes I did! This is all Noah's fault oh my god. Babe you've got to believe me! Ask Bella about Noah, its all his fault I drank constantly."

"I- I don't understand. Look, I have to go. I'll ask Bella on the car ride to Niall's."

"NO!"

"Whats wrong?"

"Don't go. Come save me."

"Please stay."

"Liam?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"Mmmm.. I love the way you say that. Say it again."

"I love you, Liam."

He chuckled a bit. "I love you too. Me and the boys are coming soon."

"What? No! Harry cant!"

"Fine, itll just be me, Zayn, Niall, and Bella. I have to go, love you princess. Get some rest."

He hung up and the phone beeped loudly in my ear.

"He's gone." I could barely force out the words in a whisper.
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