Nightly Behaviors

Chapter 30

Chresanto's POV

I wake up the next morning with a nauseating feeling over me and blame the empty bottle of booze I happened to fall asleep with. I look to the white glass bottle and huff to myself. Its no surprise to me that I had taken that route last night . I drank it down like it would solve the problem when all it did was make it numb to me for a few hours.

"Ugh!" I groan and lunge the empty bottle on the wall adjacent to me. I don't know how or why such anger came over me but throwing bottle didn't help, in fact it angered me even more to where I picked up the lamp next to my bed up from my night stand and threw that too.

Before I knew it I was out of my bed throwing anything I felt could be thrown and more. I began to punch the wall but realizing the bandages that still cradled my knuckles and how much pain it had caused me doing just that yesterday, I stop mid way. I stop and look around my room. I'd destroyed it.

I couldn't handle the painful feelings and emotions that Crystal seemed to evoke from me. Then on top of it my father being dead and my mom thinking that he wanted her to move to some foreign country. They brought up distasteful feelings. Feelings I didn't want and didn't care to have.

I looked away from my tornado stricken room and aggressively start toward the elevator, grabbing my keys on the way out.

The liquor store down the street is what I made my sanctuary for the next few days, I bought and drank and became very sick and then did it again. It was my new routine. For two days I did this. Two days I was numb to everything. For two days I lived in my trashed apartment and only left for more liquor. In just those two days it became extremely dangerous to step foot in my apartment. There was at least two to three shards of glass on every square foot. I threw the bottles after id finished them because I became angry and to calm my self down id open up another bottle.

The burning down my throat felt better than the aching in my chest, so I drank. I drank to the point where my throat felt like it was becoming raw and hoarse. I didn't stop, I didn't want to stop.

Crystal's POV

"I just feel like I'll need a phone now that I don't live at the club, you know?" Sheena and I had used one of our days off to go to the mall and passed several cell phone service stores and I couldn't say that same idea didn't cross my mind too.

"Well we should there's a lot of reasons for why we should," Well why I should. I'm going to start applying to real jobs pretty soon and their gonna need a phone number.

"Especially in the part of town we live in now." She added.

Sheena and I walked out the mall with a phone after those few moment of talking about it. We found the carriers, I remembered using a few years back and set up an account with them.

Holding the phone brought back memories of me and the last time I had one. I was always attached to it and would always panic when I misplaced it or whenever Aden, my ex boyfriend, failed to text me back quick enough. I was literally so indulged in my phone it's crazy just thinking about it.

"Okay first things first, we need to exchange numbers." Sheena insisted, she was right as of now we were the most important people in each other's lives and I would need to keep in contact with her after I left.

"Okay saved."

"Yours too."

We take the bus back to the apartment and while I'm waiting for our stop, I download a few apps I remembered having on my old phone, like Facebook. 

Successfully remembering my password, I signed into my account and pondered what my first status would be. Finally I found the status making box and in place of the words "what's on you mind" I replaced it with a better much more quest full words. "New start, new life, new phone." Even if the new was only accurate when it came to the phone at the moment.

Within a few seconds a notification displayed itself on my phone: "Simone Andrew commented on your status."

Simone was a evident token of my past. The past the lead me to this horrible present. I didn't even want to read what she commented after all that I'd been put through due to her nonchalant decisions in my life. She sent me to hell but I'm slowly finding my way back, and I'd always known better then to get burned twice by the same flame. I had high intentions to block her ... After I read the comment.

"My daughter it's great to see that your doing good. Give me a call, as soon as possible I have goodness to share."

I blankly stare at the comment with nothing to say back but I decide out of curiosity that I would check her page. I clicked on her name and it brought my phone to a full screen of her life of happiness. She was a frequent status updater and it was evident. From new recipes she'd figured out to hanging out with friends to scriptures. I scrolled and scrolled until stumbled upon a newly uploaded photo album labeled "Family Togetherness".

How can someone post about family togetherness with having here only daughter and grand daughter shipped to the other side of the continent to live with her disgusting brother and have no idea how they're doing. She would never call.

Curiosity overpowered my anger once again and I began swiping each photo
to the left. There were pictures of my aunts and my cousins and this man that was always by my mothers side in every picture. I'm guessing a boyfriend of some sort.

The setting was outside and very well decorated with elegance and fancy foods. Then finally I stopped on a picture best friend and cousin, Darci that seemed to tie the entire photo album together in what it was specifically for.

A wedding.

She had on a white gown and grinned from ear to ear while a man stood next to her with a grin just as large and him wearing a black suit. Finally I couldn't take anymore and pressed the sleep button my phone. It seemed like they were doing just fine without me, I couldn't say the same but I'd be dammed if I'd admit it.

The bus finally stopped the farthest it could take Sheena and I and we began walking the rest of the way. 

It felt so weird having the streets go from being so busy like they were near the club to being so empty around here. Everything around here seemed to be so quite and isolated, except at night. At night junkies and prostitutes flooded the street and attracted a wild assortment of nightlife, and not the exciting kind.

"It's so empty here during the day." I finally comment out loud. Sheena looked around and agreed quietly. When we got to the door there's a man who seems to be drilling it. "What the hell is going on here?" I ask Sheena.

"I don't know they're probably putting on new locks or something, Steve did say we're getting new keys."

My mind settled a little but I was still confused about the entire ordeal. "Yea but all he had to do was get the key copied."

"That's true."

We make it past the working man and into the apartment. The other two girls are in there, laying down on their beds I don't suspect they've left at all today.

Sheena and I drop our bags of new clothes beside our beds and sit on them. "How long has those guys been working on the door for?" I ask.

Trissy sat up and closed her magazine. "A little to long if you ask me. It been almost an hour and a half now."

"Wow that's a long time." I sat on my bed and took off my shoes and as the room quieted I couldn't help but slip back into the thoughts of the Facebook pictures of Darci I'd just seen. We'd promised each other that when we were you we would be each other's bridesmaids. Did she even try to contact me? Did anyone?