Its 2am and you were laying on the couch, waiting for your boyfriend, Chris.

Chris was an amazing boyfriend, person, and friend, he was respectfull, and he made you feel like the only woman in the world. Almost worshipping the ground you walked on.

he's also never drank or smoked any drug, and swore not to. he's always said he wants to be in control of his body.

until tonight obviously.

the muffled noises on the TV would be drowned out by the sounds of the front door opening and slamming shut. heavy, dull footsteps would echo throughout the apartment.

Chris would stumble around the wall, looking at you, he was a mess, his hair all tangled, sticking in different directions, his eyes were red.

"m' home.."

Chris would mumble, his speech slurred from obviously being drunk.

you'd get up, walking to him, you were confused, but the strong scent of weed and achohol told you what you needed to know.

"Chris.. where have you been-"

Chris would cut you off, burying himself into you, stuffing his face in your neck and wrapping his arms around you. He reeked of weed and achohol.

"need you ma."

Chris would purr, his voice whiney and dragged.