Until The Grave Is Our Home, chapter 2
Three Weeks Prior:
When I got home that night I was so drunk I probably couldn't have told you the color of my own shirt. Unlocking the door must have taken me at least fifteen minutes, but I wasn't exactly expecting to walk in and see a welcoming committee. And yet there they were, all three of them, lounging out my couch. Tre, between Mike and Adrienne, all of them wearing matching expressions. I walked in tentatively. I think they read my expression because they started talking before I could even ask what was going on. To this day I couldn't tell you half of the things they said. Though there was one part of the conversation that stands out clear as headlights in the middle of the fog that was the rest of that night. It was what Adrienne said to me.
"You've become nothing but a worthless drunk."
Those words chilled me to my very core. How dare she? How fucking dare she?! Mike got up and went over me before I had a chance to scream at her, which I seemed to be doing a lot lately. I had no idea who I was these days. This wasn't me. And I didn't like whoever it was, and yet I couldn't seem to shake them.
"Dude don't take it the wrong way," Mike warned me. "Just... just try to stay calm and hear us out okay?"
I looked at Mike in disgust.
"HEAR YOU OUT ON WHAT?!" Why the hell was I screaming?
"You... ." Mike took in a long breath and I found myself getting angry at him for making this so long and dramatic. "You're a completely different person, Billie. We want to get you some help. We... we think you need it."
My eyes widened with the weight of the anger I was feeling towards him at that moment. I knew I needed help; somewhere in that box of rational thought that seemed to lock up every time I had a drink or two. But no part of that rational thought was showing itself at the moment. And before I even knew what I was doing, my fist was colliding with Mike's cheek and I was out the door and into my car. I fumbled around drunkenly but eventually got the key into the ignition and was on my way. And the next thing I remember was the lights; damn, those lights were bright. And why were they right in front of me?
When I got home that night I was so drunk I probably couldn't have told you the color of my own shirt. Unlocking the door must have taken me at least fifteen minutes, but I wasn't exactly expecting to walk in and see a welcoming committee. And yet there they were, all three of them, lounging out my couch. Tre, between Mike and Adrienne, all of them wearing matching expressions. I walked in tentatively. I think they read my expression because they started talking before I could even ask what was going on. To this day I couldn't tell you half of the things they said. Though there was one part of the conversation that stands out clear as headlights in the middle of the fog that was the rest of that night. It was what Adrienne said to me.
"You've become nothing but a worthless drunk."
Those words chilled me to my very core. How dare she? How fucking dare she?! Mike got up and went over me before I had a chance to scream at her, which I seemed to be doing a lot lately. I had no idea who I was these days. This wasn't me. And I didn't like whoever it was, and yet I couldn't seem to shake them.
"Dude don't take it the wrong way," Mike warned me. "Just... just try to stay calm and hear us out okay?"
I looked at Mike in disgust.
"HEAR YOU OUT ON WHAT?!" Why the hell was I screaming?
"You... ." Mike took in a long breath and I found myself getting angry at him for making this so long and dramatic. "You're a completely different person, Billie. We want to get you some help. We... we think you need it."
My eyes widened with the weight of the anger I was feeling towards him at that moment. I knew I needed help; somewhere in that box of rational thought that seemed to lock up every time I had a drink or two. But no part of that rational thought was showing itself at the moment. And before I even knew what I was doing, my fist was colliding with Mike's cheek and I was out the door and into my car. I fumbled around drunkenly but eventually got the key into the ignition and was on my way. And the next thing I remember was the lights; damn, those lights were bright. And why were they right in front of me?
