𝑹𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏

Chapter 5

Savannah

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.

Wow bitch that's a record, three Fucks in a row...and yet you still have nun to give.

Exactly now shut up.

Let's get fucking wasted and go explain our problems to Veronica.

We can't she's watching Jeremiah little brother and sister.

Okay what about your brother.

On a date with his new girlfriend.

Your dad.

Where's the liquor?

I walked downstairs to the liquor cabinet, good thing I know the fucking code. 3-5-6-8. Ah Option's, From vodka to Hennessy to my favorite tequila. I grabbed all three and went into my room.

I opened up each bottle. I poured each of  them into a cup and took it to the head. I love the burn. I drunk the whole cup and already felt a little buzzed.

"Hey princess."

"Hi daddy." I poured the same amount again in the same cup.

Was it really the same amount or are you just lying to the people?

Suck a dick.

"You do know your 18 which means your not legal to liquor let alone three different ones and one of them is brown liquor."

"When can I tell people I'm not dead? Like besides the people who already know."

"Princess you know how I feel about this-,"

"Yea but me faking my death was your idea to get me out of this type of life style when I actually love this life style."

"Why do you want to do stuff that you have an option out of? Why do you want to put your life in danger when you don't have to?"

"I like to be working not sitting in a house in Rome with the same rock hard walls that's been here since fucking the BC era."

"Put this drink down."

"Dad the drink is the only thing keeping me from killing myself." He sighed and I continued to drink until I could barely stand.

"Is that how you feel? Like taking your self away?"

"Yes, it's been six years since I've been back to LA, my fucking grave is getting more damn visitors than me, more people know I'm alive than just you, James, Silvia, and Veronica. It's tiring when all I do in a day is sit here with my snakes and looking at the same walls. I'm honestly going insane and my coping mechanism is liquor which is not good because I turn to it more than I used to."

"We will talk more in the morning when you have sobered up." He kissed my cheek and left me and my two snakes that have been sitting on my shoulder the whole time.

That's fucking fucked.

I'm Horny.

Wanna masturbate, you have at least six different vibrators?

Nah I'll just go to sleep.

You miss him, you miss Jeremiah.

Yes, yes I do now shut up.

I slept like a fucking baby until Veronica loud ass came and jumped on my bed, well she tried.

"You jump on my bed while my snakes are here in this bed I'm going to fucking kill you."

"Jeez what's got you panties in a bunch?"

"The shit in my head." I sat up and put on snake on my head and the other on my shoulder. Since my hair is in a curly Afro I sometimes put my snake  in there to chill, she finds her way out though.

I walked downstairs with hella people looking at me, mostly Silvia, James, and my dad. I saw I knife come towards me but I caught it.

"Good catch."

"Silvia you almost hit my mamba, she is resting peacefully on my shoulder."

"Care a lot about those snakes?"

"Yes Sil I do now what is it?"

"Well I thought you'd like to know how Jeremiah is doing?" I looked up at her and nodded. "He's hurt and is in pain and I'm guessing you sent him the flowers R?"

"Yes I did, he never knew my middle name so I used my initial for that." She nodded.

"Well he's in pain at the hospital and he really misses you. He's literally a mess, but he's pushing through." I gave a sad smile and nodded. "Now I heard you wanted to go public with you not being dead. The world did have a great lost when we lost you."

"I'm not a fucking DC superhero."

"Yes but you are an idol go young boys and girls."

"They really shouldn't want to look up to me, I killed people for a living. I've lost my touch."

"I have a mission for you. I can't give away all the details yet but let's just say it's something to get your feet wet again." I smiled.

"At least someone gives me a mission."

"I do give you mission." I looked at my dad.

"Me cleaning up your mess and doing your laundry isn't a mission it's a fucking chore that I don't enjoy."

"God your just like your mother."

I spaced out for a second.

A little longer than a second don't ya think.

He just compared me to my mother. My fucking mother. He's never done that before.

I put my snakes in the tanks and turned back around and looked at my dad.

"Listen princess I'm-,"

"No. No. You said I'm like my mother, is it because you see her in me every time you look at me or how I'm mentally unstable or because I'm an addict to alcohol or is it because you know deep down I'm just as crazy as she is?" He looked down at his shoes. "Look at me dad, LOOK AT ME. yea that's a very hard fucking thing for you to do isn't it. Yea you never looked me in the eyes while I talked to you since she died, never, now I may seem crazy and mentally fucked but I'm nothing like her, I mean nothing like her so don't ever compare me or put me in the same sentence as her because we are two different people."

Silence is all your able to hear.

"I'm gonna be in my room with my snakes and my liquor if you need me, hopefully you don't." I grabbed the Hennessy and the cages of my snakes

You went off, like mother like daughter.

I know I'm like her but I don't need people telling me that when I already am her. I'm a spitting image of the bitch.

You have her mental state and problems and maybe some alcoholic traits but your mostly made up of your dad.

Fuck it, I honestly want to go.

Heaven or Hell

Heaven or Hell