Chapter 122 - 122 The Damage You've Caused

Once I've taken care of the noise levels, I go in search for him. I making my way through the open plan area.

As I reach the stairs, I kick something and watch as it clatters across the floor. I pick up the glass bottle and place it on the console unit at the bottom of the stairs before taking them two at a time.I go straight to the master suite, but he's not in there. I proceed to frantically search every other room on the floor.

Still, he's not in none of them.

Gosh! Where is he?

I get halfway down the stairs, stopping abruptly when my eyes land on the empty bottle that I scooped up.

It's vodka.

Well, it was. It's been drained dry.

A wave of uneasiness rolls over me as a million thoughts invade my head. I've never seen him drink not ever. And every time alcohol has been on offer to him, he's refused, ordering water instead.

That's never occurred to me to wonder why.

Have I ever seen him drink? No, I don't think I have.

Now, looking at the empty bottle of vodka placed carefully on the table and thinking about how carelessly it was tossed on the floor, something isn't right.

"Oh, please not that things." I whisper to myself.

Just then I hear a crash, my eyes snapping from the empty bottle of vodka to the outside terrace. The huge glass doors are open. I sprint the rest of the way down the stairs, across the living space, skidding to a halt at the doors when I see Feng Teng struggling to get himself up from one of the sun loungers.

Have I had my eyes closed for the past few weeks? I've missed so much.

He has a towel wrapped around his waist and a bottle of vodka in his hand, which he's keeping a tight hold of as he fights to push himself up on his free arm.

He's swearing profusely.

I'm frozen on the spot as I watch this man that I've fallen in love with, a physically powerful, passionate and captivating man, reduced to a drunken wreck.

How did this slip past me? I've not even wrapped my head around all of the other shit that's been landed on me today.

And now this on top of everything else? What have I done to deserve this?

Then he's hauled himself up, he turns, he immediately facing me, his eyes hollow, his face washed out. It doesn't really look like him.

"You're too late, woman," he slurs viciously, glaring at me.

He's never looked at me like this before. He's never spoken to me like this tone before. Not even when he's been crazy mad with me.

What's happened to him?

"Err... you're drunk." I blurt.

What a stupid thing to say, but all other words have run, screaming very loudly, from my brain. My eyes have been tortured way past repair today.

"Oh. That's very observant of you." He lifts the bottle and swigs the rest of the vodka before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Not drunk enough, though." He walks forward purposely, and I instinctively move out of his way, knowing he would cause me damage if he crashed into me.

"Where are you going?" I ask as he passes me.

"What's it to you?" he spits, without so much as looking at me.

I follow him into the kitchen, watching as he drags another bottle of vodka from the freezer and tosses his empty into the sink.

He starts unscrewing the cap.

"Bastard!" he hisses, shaking his hand.

It's then that I notice the mass of swelling and cuts marring it. He perseveres with the screw cap, eventually removing it before knocking back a huge swig.

"Feng Teng, your hand," I say in concern tone.

He throws his hand up in front of him, taking another mouthful from the bottle.

"Ah. Leave it then. Yet more damage you've caused." he snarls.

"I've caused it?"

What's he trying to say?

That on top of everything else, I've pushed him over the edge to drink?

"Yeah, you can stand there…stand there looking all bewildered…and…and…confused. I f**king told you!" he shouts.

"Didn't I warn you? I…I warned you!" He's hysterical.

"You warned me about what?" I ask quietly, but I know what he's going to say.

This is the further damage I would cause if I ever left.

This is what he won't recover from. Things were more bearable with me around because he wasn't drinking.

Why?

He throws back more vodka. I try and mentally calculate how much he's had. This is the third bottle I've seen, but what about the ones I haven't? Can anyone drink that much?

"F.u.c.k.i.n.g typical," he shouts at the ceiling.

"I didn't know." I whisper.

He laughs.

"Oh. You didn't know?" He points the bottle at me.

"I've said you would cause more damage if you ever left me, but you still left anyway. Now, look at the f**king state of me." He yells.

I flinch at his words. I feel like crying.

Seeing him in this state makes me want to cry hard, but the shock is controlling the tears. This is not the Feng Teng I known before.

Completely isn't. This Feng Teng is like a complete stranger were a hurtful, cruel and merciless man, who I won't love at all.

I don't want this kind of him. But is this The Real of him?

He starts pacing towards me.

I back away. I don't want to be anywhere near him right now. I'm so scared, he wasn't Feng Teng that I've known before.

"That's it, just run away." He continues stalking forward, gaining on me with every step.

"You're a f**king prick tease, woman. In a second I can have you, then other second I can't, then I can again. You better make your f**king mind up!" He scowl.

"Why didn't you tell me you're an alcoholic?" I ask as my back hits the wall.

There's no more retreating space. Why didn't you tell me everything?

"And give you another reason not to want me?" he spits. He then seems to consider something.

"I'm not either!" He yells.

Denial! Just how bad is this? I've never seen him drunk before.

He's on top of me, looking down at me. This closes up, his eyes are even more hollow and dark.

"Erm. You need help." I say on a cracking voice.

I'm going to need help too.

"HAHAHA. I only needed you and…you…you! But left me when you've learned the truth of me!" His breath is hot, but it's not his usual minty smell.

All I can smell are alcohol fumes, so whoever claims you can't smell vodka is lying. I put my palms on his bare chest to push him away, applying only a little pressure for fear I might push him over.

It's funny. He is tall, lean, strapping man, but he's so unstable on his feet. His chest feels like him that I recognise, but it's the only part of him that I do at the moment.

He takes a step back, tipping the bottle to his lips again.

I want to grab it and smash it on the floor.

"Oh. Sorry, am I invading your space?" He laughs.

" Woman! It's never bothered you before." He sneers.

"You weren't drunk before." I retort.

"No…I wasn't. I was too busy f**king you to think about having fun outside," He looks at me with disgust, leaning forward.

" And I was too busy making love to you to think about anything else. And you loved it so much." He smirks.

"You were so good. In fact, you were the best I've had. And I've had a lot. HAHAHA," He laughs in an evil tone that I've never heard before. 

It's was creeping sound.

A rage flies through me like a rocket. So fast, I don't even notice that my hand has flown out and slapped him clean across his face, not until the sting sets in and it start throbbing.

F.u.c.k, that hurt!