Avery's Game Of Revenge
Chapter 104: Hallucinations.

Chapter 104: Hallucinations.

The soft glow from the hidden lights made everything feel warm and inviting. The floors were smooth and dark, and the walls had a mix of smooth concrete and rough brick, giving the space a cool, modern vibe.

A sharp contrast to the vibe the place was currently giving her; sorrow.

In the middle stood a long table, made of marble, with a few comfortable chairs around it. Everything about the cellar felt carefully designed, from the perfectly controlled temperature to the quiet hum of the machines keeping it all in check. It was clear this room wasn’t just for storing wine; it was meant for enjoying it.

Which was the direct opposite of what she was currently doing. She wasn’t enjoying the wine, she was abusing them.

Forty five minutes ago, she walked into this cellar, completely clueless as to what she should expect from the dark room. Here she was, forty five minutes later, with only one goal in mind. Get drunk and push the pain out through your tears. One bottle of wine and two bottles of whisky later, she wasn’t drunk yet.

The drinks weren’t working!

When she left the cemetery earlier and forced herself to message Charlotte that there was an emergency with her mom, the pain had been bearable since she could cry them out at the time. The short journey from the cemetery to the bus station, to the penthouse elevator had been bearable too, as she had cried all through without minding the number of eyes that were following her.

She had found herself under the shower when her body started to heat up from too much sobbing, but that hadn’t stopped her from crying even as she slipped into her dress for the night. A sleeveless, cropped silk camisole and silky shorts, and slung the silk robe she was supposed to wear above it, over her shoulder.

After hours of incessant torrents, the tears stopped falling all of a sudden and the ache descended onto her heart in full force, rendering Avery short of breath. She had keeled over in despair, her knees digging into the plush rug in her room upstairs as she clutched her chest in pain.

Her phone was nowhere to be found; not like she was going to place a call to anyone to request for help even if she could find it.. It was dark outside already. She could tell that from the ray of white light streaking through her drawn curtains.

Avery pushed herself up to her feet, her mind running with ideas of things she could do to force the tears out and ease the pain. The kitchen, she thought, there were a lot of sharp objects there which would be useful if she were to use it on herself and draw blood. The tears would be forced out then...right?

"There’s no other way," she had whispered.

She was halfway down the stairs to the kitchen when she suddenly decided against that. She was an actress now; one whose face and body was considered to be a large percentage of her skills. She couldn’t allow scars on her skin. Not for now, at least.

She had paused midway down the stairs, unsure of whether to take the way back up or continued on her way down to the living room, when her eyes caught the mini bar in the corner. Without second thoughts, she skipped down the stairs and headed straight to the bar, disappointment etching her features when she saw the alcohol by volume percentage (ABV value) of the wines in there. They were low. These wouldn’t get her anywhere.

Except...

The thought had barely formed in her mind when she turned around swiftly, proceeding to act on it. She headed straight to the dark hallway that led to the cellar, her lips curving into an eerie smile when she saw the rows of spirit drinks stored in the room. One minute was all it took for her to chose a bottle of wine, two bottles of whisky, and the bottle of Hennessy which she placed on the table, all with high alcohol by volume percentage.

She had thought the bottle of wine and one of the whisky bottles would do a perfect job of getting her drunk or help force her tears out, but here she was...stuck in square one. She wasn’t a good drinker in the first place, and even one can of beer was usually enough to get her drunk, so why the hell were these damned liquids refusing to do their job!

This was already only method left which she could utilize to ease the pain in her chest, but it was evading her. Besides, her eyes remained dry and try as she might, she was unable to squeeze a droplet out.

"Useless," she muttered again, lunging forward to pick a bottle of wine from the shelves instead of the Hennessy she had wanted earlier. She checked the ABV content of the wine, and seeing that it perfectly fit her requirements, she decided to chose it.

"I could take this to the room and continue. Who knows if this room is the reason I’m not drunk yet?" she questioned herself, rubbing one hand over her face as she stumbled towards the door leading outside.

Using one hand to shut the door behind herself, she uncorked the wine bottle and took a long swig straight from the bottle, letting out a sigh of relief as the liquid poured over her flaming chest.

She whispered, "Seems like this is definitely going to work—"

"Ava." a familiar, calm voice interrupted her.

A very familiar voice she recognized immediately, but made her furrow her brows in confusion. What the hell was Archie doing here on this day and time? It must be the wine, she thought, they were helping her hallucinate already. Now, how wonderful would it be if her hallucinations brought Arthur, Emma, or Grandpa to her? She wouldn’t need this wine then.

"Dumb, Avery," she drawled, "That’s when you’ll be needing it the most!" The wine caused the hallucination in the first place. She would need to continue drinking non-stop then if she wanted to keep seeing them, until she joined them wherever they were.

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