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Ilyas POV
I storm into the change room after losing the game . To none other than fucking Hollander. This was gonna be rubbed in and he just knew it.
Oh, but wait Maybe it wasn’t. At least not tonight. You see as before the game me and Shane had had a fight, arguing about wether it was simply
fucking each other Now. Deep down I know he was right. I did, I DO feel something for him.
But just because I have emotions doesn’t mean anything should happen. Or Could happen. Jesus. This was such a mess. I slam my hockey stick down
and get undressed. The rest of the team piles in behind me just as pissed off as I am.
Good thing as I am not in the mood for small talk with these fuckers right now. I shower and dress, getting out of there as soon as I can.
My preordered Uber waits for me at the front. I climb in angrily and give the driver my address. While he’s driving I look at my phone and see the
livestream of Shane and his team talking to the news just bathing in the glory of winning the game. ‘ jesus shut up, it’s one game your not on top of the
worlds I think angrily. Finally I’m dropped off at my house and I head inside immediately. I spy my lighter and a bottle of vodka. ‘ that’ll do’ I think to
myself as I pick it up.
I take a swig and as the vodka burns down my throat, I switch the lighter on and light a cigarette.
I take a long deep drag before placing the burning fag onto my arm. Tears prick and burn at my eyes, begging to be let out and allowed to flow, but I
Know that if they are let out, all the pain and hurt from today and since I was born would cause a flood. I repeat the process of drinking, smoking then
burning myself until there’s less than a third of vodka left. I’m definitely drunk now, but the pain is gone so that is definitely worth it.
I’m about to take another swig until I hear a knock on my door. I hold the bottle of vodka in one hand and open the door with the other.
I see who it is and almost slam it shut until fucking Hollander puts his foot in the way. “Nun uh. Not happening. Let me in Ilya.”
I shake my was angrily attempting to manoeuvre his foot from my door frame. “ go away Hollander. I don’t want to see you.”
“ too bad. Now let me in.” I sigh and move out of the way letting him in before sharply turning on my heel and walking away from him and into my
kitchen. Shane follows after shutting and locking my door. “Rosanov. What the actual fuck are you doing? There’s a third of vodka left in that bottle, and
I’m assuming it was full an hour ago. And not to mention The new cigarette burns littering you arm. Did you have a fucking breakdown or something. “ “
no” I hiss out as he grabs my arm to inspect the burns. I pull it away coldly. “Tell me why you’re here Hollander.” I say bluntly and drunkily.
“ well it was to talk about the argument we had earlier!” *if you even remember that this drunk* mutters Shane “ but now it looks as if I have to
babysit an alcoholic.” I frown angrily.
“ fuck you! I am not an alcoholic! What I have one bad night where I drink a little bit much and that makes me mentally Ill?”
Shane scoffs. “ no the self harm all over your arm makes you mentally ill. Look, we can and will talk about of this later but right now you are way to
drunk so I will help you to bed and supervise you and then in the morning when you are no longer fucking drunk we will talk.”
“ like hell. Get out. This is my house.” Shane sighs, as if he expected this sort of reaction. “ Ilya let me be completely clear. I am not in any chance in
hell leaving you alone right now. So it’s either me supervising you or I will call the hospital and have you admitted on psych. And let me clear I do not
want to do that, but it’s one or the other.”
I sigh knowing the only way out is to take one of his options.
“ fine you can fucking stay.”
“ good choice. Now let’s get you to bed.”
He walks me up the stairs hands on my waist keeping me balanced. He sits me down on the the bed and undresses me inspecting my body for any other
sign of self harm.
Then he goes into my wardrobe and dresses me in comfy pjs.
I lay down and he lays next to me.
I subconsciously snuggle into him, seeking warmth and support as I drift off.