Sophie stared at her phone for a few moments before closing it and getting up out of bed to grab an overnight bag. She could feel something was off without knowing what, this was going to be a long night. The week had been horrible for everyone it seemed, but especially for Chuck. She walked out of her room into her and her brother’s music room and grabbed her guitar and backpack case. She slid it on and picked her overnight bag up from her room. On her way out, she quietly opened her brother’s door and peeked in. She knew he wanted to be left alone, so she just told him she’d be back in the morning and closed the door. The entire drive there she was in her own head, trying to come up with different scenarios over what happened to Chuck. He was always getting in some form of trouble, even when they first met he was digging himself into trouble. It wasn’t the best thing to witness nor was it too good to be around, but there were other things about him that made him a good guy in her book. Sophie parked her car and made her way into the building and up the elevator to his room. When she got to the door and found the shoe, she wasnt at all surprised. She sighed and picked it up, then made her way in whilst shutting and locking the door behind her. She set her things down in the living room and walked over to his bedroom door, peeking in. “Chuck, you in here? I let myself in.”
Chuck heard movement inside the hotel room and for a few seconds forgot Sophie was coming over. He vaguely wondered who was there but didn’t bother moving, whoever it was could take what they wanted, he didn’t care. When he heard Sophie’s voice he lifted his head from the pillow and rolled over to face her. “Soph?” he asked weakly, “that you?” his head made him feel like he was floating but the rest of his body had started to feel like dead weight and he wasn’t sure if he was alive. He tried to ask her something but couldn’t remember what and all that came out was a low mumbling noise.
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Chuck texted Sophie. He hoped she would come, he was too high and too drunk to even properly put his shoes on and he needed to feel grounded. He needed somebody to hold on to and usually he would find Blaine about now but even thinking about that made his chest squeeze around the hollow that had formed. Sophie was the only person he could think of that would actually come over with no explanation. She seemed to be the only person who didn’t hate him after what he did to Kurt. Chuck wasn’t sure what time it was or what he had told Sophie by now but he climbed out of bed, nearly falling to the floor and stumbled to the door. He opened it and put a shoe in the doorway so it wouldn’t close and crawled back to his bed and curled up in a ball in the middle of it, holding on to a pillow and waiting for her arrival.
Chuck sat on the edge of the hotel bed, a bottle of scotch in one hand and his phone in the other. The bottle was half empty now and he knew he would have to go buy another one by morning. The man at the liquor store around the corner knew him by name now. He’d only shown up for school twice in the last week and both days he’d been so drunk he couldn’t have told you his name. He had started using again too.
He looked around the trashed hotel room, taking another long drink from the bottle. There was a bag of cocaine sitting on a coffee table surrounded by various paraphernalia and empty bottles. The rest of the room was littered with various clothing items, some his and some not. He looked back down at his phone and the contact that was pulled up.
He’d been thinking of calling Blaine for the last hour. Usually Blaine would be calling him, worried and wanting him to get his ass back home. Home. He didn’t have a home anymore. No, he was back to having nobody and it wasn’t anybody else’s fault but his own. He’d wrecked the only good thing to happen to him since Frida. Frida. God she would be so disappointed. He took another long drink, laying down on the bed. He was wearing the clothes he’d put on yesterday and he looked like a rumpled mess.
He’d had too much cocaine to sleep so he laid in bed in semi-consciousness, cuddling the bottle and flipping through the pictures on his phone that were mostly Kurt, Blaine and Lauren.
 | bowtiesforever: I'll be moved out by Monday. I left $500 on the counter. I know it's not much, but it's all I can afford. Consider it my first months rent. |
Text: Blaine I’m not taking your money.
 | jewishninjaisrachel: Text - You know I thought there for a bit you might actually posses a soul, but OBVIOUSLY I was wrong. You are nothing Bass. You are less than nothing. |
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