Dont leave me here alone
Alexander has always been an alcoholic, ever since he was a young boy in the Caribbean. Things had only gotten worse. Between the stress from work, that dumb ass Jefferson, losing Philip, he couldn't take it anymore. Alex quickly grabbed his car keys, ignoring Elizas pleas. Whenever anything went wrong, alcohol was his go to. He purchased the three bottles of whiskey, returning to his car in the parking lot. Alexander cracked the seal of the first bottle, drinking it, and fast. Before he knew it, he had finished the first bottle and had already started on the second.
Eliza had been driving through town, dropping little Philip at Angelicas, as she was trying to find Alex. She noticed the dark shadow of a car that looked like Alexs in the parking lot of the liquor store. Eliza quickly pulled in next to Alex, throwing open her door and rushing to the door of his car, opening it and finding Alex passed out in the drivers seat, his pulse weakening. Eliza shook Alex awake, pulling him into her own car.
“Come on Alex, stay awake, look at me.” Eliza instructed, calling an ambulance, closely monitoring his dying pulse. “Alex, stay awake, keep those eyes open.”
Alex tried to keep his eyes open, his pulse slowing and breaths becoming shallow. He vaguely made out the outline of Eliza, sensing the worrying in her voice. “Goodbye, my love.” He whispered, closing his eyes.
“Alex! ALEXANDER DON'T YOU DARE CLOSE YOUR EYES ON ME.” Eliza screamed, clinging to her husbands lifeless form. Her throat burned from her screams, the sounds of sirens in the distance mixing with Elizas cries for help.