EZRA
When driving back to the apartment with the suffering and, anger; I hated that I left everyone without reason and heard Rachel and my mother blowing up my phone, but I don't give a fuck right. I get to my apartment door; I take off this damn suit jacket and shoes and tie, throw them on the ground and go to the kitchen. I go through every cabinet and nook to a bottle of whiskey or something, "Ah, found you," I say to myself, grabbing the small bottle of whiskey and drinking from the bottle. As its burning hit the back of my throat, I dig in for more.
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Meanwhile, I wonder the apartment to my room; I fell a couple of times from stumbling over my feet on the stairs. I place the bottle on the nightstand, walk to the closet and grab the box in the corner. It says, 'Memories of Skylar for Ezzie'; when she could talk, she couldn't say my name correctly, so I got the name for her, I didn't mind it. I open up the taped-up box and take a deep breath as I see all sorts of things she had, like glittery butterfly wings from her last Halloween with us. Then I grab the photo album that my mom put together when she was born to see a picture of me holding Skylar when she was a baby, next to the words 'Me and my brother'. Moments later, I keep looking through the box, but it's like the memory of Skylar is slipping away the more years than come, and in a split second, I snap like a twig that I threw it against the wall.
As I throw a glass vase against the wall, I gulp down the whiskey with the other hand to drown my sadness and guilt before noticing the bottle is empty.
"Fuck!" I yell out, walk towards the kitchen, look through the cabinets to find a bottle of vodka; it's not my choice of drink, but I don't care; open the bottle, I can feel the burn against my throat. Every time I drink, I remember my father drinking and smoking in the sorrow of the bastard he's for killing and tearing his family apart. I think about all the things he has done that case me throwing every plate and anything my hands touch because everything I feel or see I destroy like things or people like Rachel. She deserves more than me, who doesn't have family problems as I do.
I grab a vase and throw it on the ground until looking up to see my reflection; I don't see myself in the mirror; I see my father. I know a monster as my hand goes through the mirror cause my hand to bleed and the pain of glass in it. Just a wasteful and useless son of a bitch of a drunk person who didn't care about us after the fire and everything.
"Shit!" I yell again but, it's not the first time my hand is bleeding from something I have done; I pour some liquor over to soothe the pain since I'm a monster.
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An hour later, I'm still in pain and drunk when walking well, falling down in the apartment a couple more times until I hear something; I go downstairs to see what's going. I can't see anything since my vision is quite blurry, and I see someone by the door, so I ran towards the person, slammed the person against a wall with the broken mirror.
"AHHHH!" the person screams; I take a step and notice it's Rachel.
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Two Worlds Crossed
RomanceRachel's life has always been perfect but almost too perfect from family to everything. She desires the feeling of being loved with her books with her controlling mother not approving anything. When Rachel get forced in to sit next to cruel, all ink...
