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"Give me the damn keys, Steve!" I yelled at the boy with blonde hair and blue eyes who was standing right in front of me.

"No, Justin! You're completely drunk and I'm not gonna let you drive." he said, slipping my car keys into his pocket.

"Don't make me hit you!" I warned him as my courage was fuelled by alcohol.

"Do what you want, Justin. I'm still keeping the keys."

"Jesus! Fine! I'm gonna go inside and get a drink!" I gave up and went inside towards the kitchen to grab another drink.

I don't even know what's going on with me. It's Camila. She did this to me. She's torturing me from the very beginning. I couldn't stop thinking about her day or night.

There were days when I would sit at a bar and wait for the girls to throw themselves at me. The girls that I would usually bring home to sleep with but they all end up leaving my house because I made them leave.

Since the first day I met Camila, everything has changed. I couldn't sleep with any random girls after that even if I wanted to. I kept seeing her face. She was everywhere.

The only way that could take my mind off of her was being drunk. A bad day at school or an argument with Camila, drinking was always the answer. Each drink seemed like a better and better idea. Under the influence of alcohol, everything seemed like fun.

I was drinking to stop myself from thinking about her but at the same time I missed her so much. I missed messing around with her and her stubbornness as well. I dug out my phone from my pocket and decided to call her to relieve the boredom. I hit the automatic re-dial and she picked up on the second ring.

"Hello? Who's this?" she asked. She didn't even know where I get her number from. Oh well. I guess I'll tell her later. She's gonna be pissed.

"Yea. Why are you doing this to me, Camila?" I slurred at her. I didn't even know what was I thinking. My mind was in a frenzy, world spinning faster than normal, legs giving way after a few vodka shots.

"Are you drunk?" she asked. Her voice was filled with concern. Well, I was surprised to ring her.

"What's it to you?" I slurred at her once again.

"I'm just curious. Where are you?" See? I knew she cared about me.

"It doesn't matter. I gotta go now." I said and hung up. I wouldn't want to further this conversation anymore.

I dropped my phone on the kitchen counter and Steve approached me. Why was he so concerned about me anyway? We barely know each other but did hang out a couple of times after we first met at school.

"Did you call her?" he asked.

"It's none of your fucking business." I shut him out and got out of the house. I noticed that Steve was reaching for my phone after I left it on the kitchen counter but I didn't give a shit. I headed towards the pool in my backyard to chill myself out.

I followed Steve to the mansion and he led me into the kitchen. I was practically horrified to see broken glasses shattered everywhere including on top of the kitchen counter and also on the floor. A vase was smashed onto the floor into pieces that you could never put back together. I did spot a couple of empty vodka bottles scattered on the floor. Astaghfirullah. He has been drinking. Why is he doing this?

"What happened in here?" I asked Steve, scanning the kitchen completely.

"It's Justin." he said. I turned around to face him.

"What do you mean?"

"Justin. I didn't know how to explain it to you." he sighed.

"I wanna know. Please?" I begged him.

"Every time he loses his temper, he's gonna be breaking things. Anything that he can find to break." he explained. Oh my God! I didn't think he could do such a thing when he's upset.

"Oh my God!" I was shocked, covering my mouth with both of my hands.

"Did he ever hit someone when he's drunk?" You?" I asked, worrying as I saw a few holes in the walls.

"That's why I called you. The only thing that he wouldn't do when he's drunk is hitting someone. I know he would never hit anyone especially you." he tried to soothe me.

"Are you sure?" I frowned.

"I promise. You'll be safe with him." he said. I'll be safe with him? What does that mean?

"What do you mean that I'll be safe with him?"

"He's been calling your name since he was back from school. I was worrying about him so I drove all the way here and saw him like this. I'm not gonna leave him until he's okay. I'm not asking much. He really needs you right now, Camila." I could see that he was really worrying about Justin. Should I go and see him? Or shouldn't I? I was battling with myself.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked. I really wanted to help him this time. Seeing him like this because of me. I doesn't seem right at all.

"Go and talk to him. Maybe he'll listen to you." he suggested.

After a quick thought, I finally gave in. I mean I wanted to help him. So I would have to do this whether I like it or not. I was just hoping that he's not gonna make things worse when he's under the influence of alcohol.

"I'll try." I smiled.

"Thank you." he said, leading me to the backyard.

I saw him sitting by the pool while holding a bottle of vodka in his hand in the distance. I recited the Bismillah before approaching him.

"Here goes nothing." I whispered to myself as I walked towards him.

My legs were getting shaky when I got near him but I noticed that he didn't even realize I was here. What would I say to him? Oh my God! Camila! What are you doing anyway?

"What are you doing?" I asked. He was taking a gulp of his drink when I interrupted him.

"Camila? What are you doing here?" he immediately jumped out of the seat when he turned his head to the left and saw me. His eyes were beginning to grow wider.

"I was worrying about you." I pointed towards him.

"Don't be. I'm fine." he said. Alright. He's back to his arrogant self again. This is bullshit! I mumbled to myself.

"Did you say something?" he asked all of a sudden. Crap! Did he just hear what I said? I hope not.

"Nothing." I looked away.

"Sure." he said sarcastically and I rolled my eyes.

I stole a glance of him when he was looking the other way. The dark copper coloured hair of his was as wild as the jungle, untamable and unruly. His blue eyes were glassy and bloodshot for drinking too much. His mouth was sore from the amount of alcohol that he poured down his throat. He's a complete mess.

"What are you looking at?" he turned to face me.

"Can I have that?" I pointed at the vodka bottle in his hand. I need to stop him from drinking otherwise he would be lying dead on the ground. I absolutely don't want that to happen.

"This?" he hold out the vodka bottle and I nodded.

"What for? You wanna try some?" his voice was filled with sarcasm. I'd like to punch him in his perfect teeth.

"Haaa...that's funny. Give me that." I leaned towards him and tried to snatch the bottle from his hand but he hold it up onto his head so that I couldn't reach it. Damn it! Why is he so tall anyway? I thought to myself.

"Justin. Can you hand it over to me?" I was still trying to reach for it but I didn't put too much effort into because if I did, I would be stumbling over him.

"Nope." he said, popping the 'P'.

"Pretty please?" I begged.

"I want a kiss." he smirked. He's being ridiculous again.

"Justin!" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Fine." he said.

"Here you go." he hold out the bottle to me.

"No tricks?" I asked.

"No tricks." he nodded and handed me the bottle.