Falling into the wrong crowd.
Requested || Based off of #49 prompt found here
“It sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself.“
You have been through this phase before with him, the late nights, the dense trail of alcohol etched into his clothes, the drunken slurs, and the stumbling around the house as he attempts not to knock over one of the valuable pieces that hang around the house.
You thought the phase was over with, that he had overcome everything and was far better than how he used to be. It just seems to be history is repeating itself, again.
You sigh as you gaze over at your sleeping husband, his hair a mayhem, his scent not emanating like the delightful sensation you are used to, but instead, smells like alcohol. You can determine that last night he was in the hard liquor, you know that scent better than anyone.
You enable your finger to trace over the several tattoos on his arm, your mind trying to think of what to do with him.
He’s falling— falling into the wrong crowd, again.
You observe as he begins to leisurely wake up, his body stretching out while a few groans escape his dry and more than likely dehydrated lips. He lifts his arm to wrap around you but you gently push it away, causing him to prop himself up on his forearms, his eyes dipping to glance at you.
“Mornin’, love.” His dry voice echoes against the plasticity of the bedroom walls’, his eyes resembling nothing but bloodshot and exhaustion.
You exhale a breath, disappointed in him for the second time this week, “Morning, have a good night?” You question while pushing the heavy covers off your warm body, and swinging your legs over the edge of the bed.
He grows withdrawn for a moment, your feet hitting the raw floorboards’ a shiver radiating through your body as you stand to your feet. “What happened last night?” He falls back to the bed, resting his head back to his pillow while tucking his arm under the covers.
“Don’t know.” You shrug, reaching for a long sleeve and pulling it over your body, “You got drunk and managed to get home, that’s all I know.” You bitterly add, shaking your head to yourself, trying to work out where things went wrong again with him.
He was doing so well, he had cut off the immoral influences, he was back in the studio, for heaven’s sake, his album reached multi-platinum in the U.S this morning and he probably doesn’t even know it.