{3.2} Crash

                                    

                                          
{Aspen's POV}
                          
Soon enough, someone bangs on my door.
                          
"Aspen!"
                          
I smirk to myself.
                          
There it is.
                          
"Yes?" I call out innocently, fighting back a laugh.
                          
"Open this damn door right now." I recognize Kohen.
                          
"Dear me, the door is much to far and I am simply unable." I say.
                          
"Aspen." He says sternly.
                          
"Kohen." I match his tone.
                          
"That's it." 
                          
Here we go.
                          
The door suddenly bursts open. He kind of broke the door. His red face and obvious fury tells me he's in a pissy mood. 
                          
I smile at him.
                          
"You didn't even give the door a chance." I remark.
                          
"Aspen, are you f*cking wasted?" He walks in further and comes close to me.
                          
"I'm sober as can be. Why brother dearest do you ask?" I ask, getting up from my bed and backing away.
                          
"Drop the f*cking act Aspen." He says.
                          
"No Kohen, I am not drunk." I deadpan.
                          
"Then why is there a smashed vodka glass underneath your balcony?" He questions, starting to corner me.
                          
"I believe I saw a seagull drop that. It was certainly and interesting sight, must've lost grip on the thing." I say, now trapped in a corner.
                          
"Aspen, I get it, you're f*cking pissed. I would be too. Drop the snarky remarks and answer the damn question. What were you doing with the vodka?" He asks.
                          
"I was going to drink it." I tell him truthfully, looking him in the eyes. His face turns into one of concern. "I couldn't bring myself to, so I threw it off the balcony" I look away from him.
                          
"Why?" He whispers.
                          
"Because." I look back at him, "I wanted to know what it feels like."
                          
His face softens and he takes a step back.
                          
"You wanted to know what it feels like?" He repeats quietly. He looks away, seemingly debating something before looking back at me. "You wanted to know what it f*cking feels like." 
                          
Before I can say anything, he turns around and leaves the room, slamming the already broken door shut on his way. I let out a shaky breath, slightly surprised at his reaction.
                          
Before I can recover fully, the door opens again. I look to see Kohen walk back in holding a case of beer and the whiskey that was under his bed. He drops them on my bed and leaves again without making eye contact.
                          
I'm left bewildered.
                          
I walk slowly to the alcohol and stare at it, shocked.