It is hard to be with Danny. He is in a dangerous mood and about to snap at everything, so we are acting like two wild caged animals that try to never turn the back on each other.
We both are on the edge always ready to rip the other to pieces. Harsh words are spoken and there is little compassion shown. There is so much tension between us that it tires me out.

Danny on the other hand without the numbing effect of his alcohol is hyper nervous and is driving me nuts with his complaints his abusive language and over all shit behaviour.
We don't know how to kill the time so we play games for a while but I am so tired I constantly loose. I want to go to bed but fear leaving Danny by himself.

Suddenly he looks at me as if he hasn't seen me before. "You look fucking tired, Babe" first time he calls me Babe since I am here but you can never be sure, it could be a trick. "You should go to bed."

"And leave you on your own starting shit? Not on my watch, Babe" I shake my head.

"Thanks for the trust. Okay I will lie down with you." He replies unnerved.

We lay in bed together fully dressed, facing each other. He closes my eyes with his hand and keeps stroking my hair. We don't speak and then I fall asleep.

I awake when it's still dark from a sound that comes from the bathroom. I find Danny curled up on the floor moaning in pain holding his stomach. Then he gets sick again. I hold his head and feel that his skin is hot and sweaty. He shivers and shakes with cramps.

That was what I was dreading, the time when the drugs would leave his body ripping him open from within with nothing left to numb the pain.
The rest of the night we spend huddled together on the bathroom floor. He, holding on as if he wants to crush me and I, hugging him trying to talk him through the worst fits.
With the break of dawn his state improves and we go down to the kitchen to make tea and eat shortbread. About the only thing I think he can hold in at the moment.

This night has brought us closer than we ever were. We sit together on the kitchen bench our thighs and shoulders touching.
He looks awful but manages a small smile. "That was fun wasn't it?" He says sarcastically.
I look at him, my hand patting his thigh "You were good, but it's not over, you know this?"
He nods "I am afraid there is more to come."

And it is true the next three days are horrible, the physical pain decreases but the mental pain is taking over. When he can walk straight again he starts thrashing the furniture and throwing tantrums. His mood swings are getting unbearable.

It wears me down, so when he is starting to yell and scream again hitting the walls in his bedroom I leave and go downstairs, just take a glass of water and stare out of the window. I have the feeling I am in a prison, locked in with no hope of survival.
Tears start to run down my face. I always thought I was strong and could do anything but this here is breaking me to pieces.

I don't notice that the noise has stopped until I feel him grabbing my waist from behind slowly pulling me close to him. He leans his head in the crook of my neck.
"I am sorry, Easy, please don't leave me." He says.

I turn around and face him when he pulls me in for a kiss. It's the softest he has ever given me. Our lips barely touch. He just stands still with his lips on my mouth slowly breathing, then I realise he wants me to start the kiss and I do.

Notes

Whoop Danny!