Hells Loss (sequel to Falling for Hell)

Chapter 3

DEAN POV
I was sent home after waiting in the office long enough, I wasn't feeling well enough to go to class after a couple hours and they said to just go home and they'll count it as excused.
Right after I walked through the door and set my stuff down in my room, my dad was awake searching through the kitchen for beer.
Please, please let their be beer left.
The sounds stop.
I hope he found some.
I wait a few seconds, I hear nothing but silence. Then, "DEAN! GET YOUR PATHETIC ASS OUT HERE AND GET ME SOME BEER!"
Shit.
I rush out of my room and grab the keys. "Heading out now."
"You better hurry, don't want me getting more upset."
I get in my truck start the engine and drive away from the house.
I turn the radio to 89X, one of cas' favorite stations. I've learn to love his taste in music, I see why he likes it so much. I know I liked a lot of this before, but thanks to him there's so many more artists I'm in love with.
While lost in thought, I didn't realize I was about to pass the store. I hit the break and turn into the store. I buy the beer, but this time, probably making a big mistake, I buy 3 6 packs. I decided I wanted to try out the alcohol. And if I don't like it, I'll end up giving it to john.
I drive home, speeding slightly, and rush back inside setting down a case on the counter. Another one I took all of the beer out of it and stuck them
All over my coat.
I speedwalk back to my room and start taking the bottles out of my pockets. I shove 5 in a secret place and set one on the end table by my bed.
I sit down, staring at it. Debating, should I do this? What will my consequences be? My father angry with me, just like always? I get drunk? Numbing everything that hurts. Will I end up killing myself?
And those options don't sound sound too bad to me right now.
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I sit there, shaking on my bedroom floor, I've finished 4 beers, and my arms are covered in more blood than I can realize.
"I'll join you soon cas. You can't be alone."
I push my body up off the floor, gain my balance, grab my keys and sluggishly head to my truck.
I'm shocked my constant almost falling didn't wake my father, but I made it to my truck in one piece. I check the time, 2:47 am.
No one will notice me at this time and that's okay.
I drive off, I try to stay in one line, as straight as I can, but i know it doesn't end up working out.
I ignore my drunk driving and slam on the gas pedal, I don't want to be on this road longer than I need to.
I feel tears fill my eyes and run down my face. I look down at the dash and see I'm going 85 mph on a 45 mph road. I let off the gas some and before I know it. I feel my body be launched forward.
And everything goes black.