Lana's POV

After dinner while Rachel was getting drunk, I did my best to get away from her. I walked out to the living room but she just brought the party with her, drinking her beer bottles. It killed me, I was going to die. Drinking in front if someone, who's on a strict no alcohol diet is not how I expected Rachel to act.

I ran up to my room and sat in a corner, all I thought about was Rachel and an image of her chugging her 20th bottle of beer. I started to break down, I was having a panic attack. I started feeling like the walls were caving in and my head was pounding like some one nailing in nails to my skull. I started banging my head on the wall to try and get the image out but it was no use.

That's when John rushed in, I didn't hear him call my name but apparently he did. He looked at me throwing my head back and forth then pulled me from the wall and into his embrace. I cried into his chest, holding on for dear life. John held me close and rocked me softly, holding my head to his chest.

"Lana" He whispered

"What..?" I asked softly as tears streamed rapidly down my face

"Stop, stop doing this to yourself, you're better than this please Lana" John squeezed me and nuzzled his face to the side of me head, I held on to him and coughed

"I love you John" I said weakly

"I love you too Lana" John said kissing from my head to my neck. That always calmed me straight away, when someone would kiss my neck and nuzzle in the crook of it. All I wanted was John. I didn't want to face Rachel. She's crossed a line. One she can't come back from.

Written by Hannah