Alex knew deep down that he couldn’t keep doing this. Two rehab stints, countless doctors appointments, therapists....yet nothing seemed to make him change his ways. Now he was in jail after another night of drinking himself to near insanity and he had to call someone to possibly bail him out. He hated that he would have to explain himself, but he couldn’t just stay in a damn jail cell either.
“Hey,” He said when the other answered, adjusting his snapback before leaning against the wall. “I’m at the jail. I need you to, um, bail me out?” He closed his eyes and took a breath, his head pounding. He had done a stupid thing, he got drunk and he got involved in a brawl at his favorite nightclub, but he just...he needed out. He couldn’t stay here. “I’ll explain later. I just...I need your help. I’ll never ask for anything again.”
