Ironic (1x1)

i got home and pulled out the liquor i walked inside and opened the first one and layed on the couch and took a swig

I headed inside but I walked up to.my home office and shut the door I.needed to.think

After the first couple of swigs I could already feel the buzz.

I had to do something. I wasn't just going to let her go, but how could i expect her to be with me when my wife was pregnant.

I lifted the bottle to my lips and it was empty. I new bought more than one. I looked around to find it and it was by the door. I stood up fast and that was a bad idea because the effects of the bottle just hit me and I staggered. I hit the coffee table and tripped. I hit my head on the arm rest of the wooden chair and I blacked out.

I was right. I couldn't expect Kay to just be okay with this. That alone was crazy. I just had to lay off, give her time.

*Passed out and bleeding*

Still... i hated that i did this to her. I picked up my phone and called her.

* Unconscious *

No answer....that worried me. I had a bad feeling. I got up from the chair and headed down to my car.

I wanted to get up... I needed to get up but all I could see was black

I headed to her house. Something was wrong. She could just be really mad at me and not want to talk to me, but i wanted to make sure.

I could feel the blood pooling around my head. I felt even more weak then before

I parked in her driveway and went quickly up to the door, rang the door bell and knocked.

I heard the door bell but I couldn't get up all I could see was black

"Kay?!" i called only slightly panicked. Her car was there, where was she.

I was laying there feeling a little weaker. Why couldn't I get up?

I knocked one last time before trying the knob to open the door. I looked around.

*Still unconscious.*

I looked around and found her on the floor,bleeding. I paused and stared before running to her side and scooping her up in my arms. "Kay?! Kay??!!" i said over and over again.

I felt myself move, I could open my eyes or do anything to see who it was.

I moved her to the couch and layed her down, running my hand gently over her head to feel the bump. I moved quickly and got a wet rag to wipe her forehead clean.

I was laying down again but this time more comfortable. This headach was hurting alot worse.

"Kay." i said softly as i continued to rub the blood off her head.

I sterred a little but I couldn't move alot