Before The Angels Fell

Rileys POV

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no..." I said continuously to myself.
This is not the person I wanted to see again. I thought I was done with this. Why did I do this to myself?!
I could feel tears streaking my cheeks as I drove around the streets of LA. I had no idea what I was searching for or going to. I just needed to not to be myself.
I drove to the other side of Hollywood and parked near the first bar I could find. I slammed my car door shut. I stormed into the building, grabbing my purse out and slamming a 100 on the bar.
"Whiskey on the rocks. Keep em coming" I said keeping my eyes down.
"Rough night Riley?" The bartender said.
I frowned. He knew my name...
I looked up and paid attention to the person speaking. Sure enough my night got worse.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me! What the fuck are you doing here?!" I said angrily.
"What does it look like? I'm working" Eli said casually.
"I thought you left me! And The Roof! To go back to DC! So why aren't you there?!" I yelled in front of the entire bar.
"Hey! Stop yelling. I get it. You're pissed and I'm sorry."
"Just give me my fucking drink" I said annoyed with the conversation.
Eli silently handed me my drink and I downed it in one gulp.
"Next" I said shaking my glass.
Eli shook his head at me. "You are a weird one. Are you going to tell me what's wrong?"
"Nope" I said then skulled the second one. "Again."
My third drink was placed in my hand and then my fourth, then fifth... Maybe a sixth.
"Riley, I don't think I should give you anymore. You're starting to look a little off."
I thought about his words for a moment. I didn't even know if I was okay anymore. My emotions seemed to be everywhere. My anxiety was there, but wasn't. I felt enraged like someone was yelling at me. I felt tired like I hadn't slept in days. Everything was clashing and mixing together. I honestly felt like shit.
I looked at Eli for a moment and then I was gone...

"Riley! Riley! Please wake up!" I faintly heard someone yell, but it sounds blurry, like I was underwater.
I felt completely submerged. I couldn't wake up. My eyes were locked shut, my body wasn't responding to my will.
"Riley! For God's sake WAKE UP!" They yelled again, but I couldn't do anything.
I tried to do something, anything. Nothing was working. I tried to relax and get a grip on myself when I realised we were moving... Probably a car...
I wanted to know where I was going, but I couldn't.
I felt someone shakes my leg vigorously and continue to yell at me. I wanted it to stop and all go away. I wanted... I wanted to be in Andy's arms and forget about everything.
My thoughts dispersed when there was a loud crash and bang. I heard glass shatter and my body was flung forward and back again.
"I'm so sorry Riley" I heard before I was gone completely again.

Kimbers POV

It has been 3 hours and I hadn't heard from Riley. She was gone. She was out of her mind. Her anxiety medication was killing her. Literally killing her. These last 2 weeks that she had been taking them, they had not helped. She was just more tired and irritable than normal and then she'd get these sudden bursts of anger from nowhere. But she had never attacked me like that.She needed help.
It was whatever time in the morning and I hadn't slept yet. I just wanted to know Riley was okay.
As the thoughts continued in my head my phone rang.
"Thank God!" I said to myself as I answered the phone.
"Riley?!" I screamed into the phone.
"Ahh, no. Is this Kimber Ericson?"
"Yes..."
"We have a Miss Riley James at the Los Angeles Community Hospital. She and a Mr Eli Sanders were involved in a car accident. They are both in a stable condition, but would you be able to come down here and answer a few questions about Miss James."
"Of course. I'll be right there!" I said hanging up and sprinting out of the apartment.
What the fuck had she done?

I sat in Riley's room for hours and hours. I had completely lost track.
She wasn't waking up.
Eli was only in the room next door and he was fine. A few cuts and bruises from the crash, but okay.
He was driving Riley's car to the hospital when he wasn't attention and ran a red light, letting the oncoming car crash into them. Luckily neither of them were badly injured, but there was more to Riley.
I sighed and went over to Eli's room just to talk to someone.
"Hey, can I come in?" I said by the doorway.
"Sure" he said, casually eating ice cream.
"What were you thinking taking Riley here? Why didn't you call them?" I tried to say calmly.
"I was panicked. I didn't know what to do. I care about her, I really do."
"Then why did you serve her in the state she was in?"
"She seemed fine to me."
"She's not fine! She has been taking anti-anxiety medication! I've had to deal with this angry bitch for 2 weeks! And then you give her alcohol! Cause alcohol fixes everything!" I said sarcastically.
"She'll be fine. I think they pumped her stomach."
"I'm pretty sure it'll still be in her blood."
"Listen, did you just come in here to yell at me? Cause Riley already did that and I would really like to go home" he said. His humour fading from his voice.
"Yeah, you should go home. To DC! Stay away from Riley! Got it?"
"I live here now. But I'll remember to steer clear of you" he said, obviously only meaning me.
"Riley is happy. She has an amazing man in her life so don't you dare try anything to fuck it up!"
Eli stayed silent knowing that he had really screwed over Riley.
"Tell Riley I'm sorry."

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