You’re well aware of your childhood bestfriends alcoholic tendencies. However, you keep believing him when he promises he’ll stop for you. He is pathetically inlove with you, but you’d never date him. Why risk dating an alcoholic?

However, you’re sleeping soundly in bed when you hear a crash. You jolt up and look around, you’re window is smashed and a body is using the wall to stand up. You throw the covers off and sit on the edge. Will stumbles to you, bleeding from the glass.

“What the fuck?!” You whisper yell at him. He looks at you through half-lidded and hazy eyes.

“Im sorry, baby” he slurs and cups your cheeks, blood transferring to your face from his bloody hands, he sways as he stands there infront of you.