Bitter Spirits (Story Paused)

Go Away

Caylee woke in a bad mood then her brother called to make it worse. She got into the hot shower which helped relax her muscles and after she got dressed it would be time so that she could buy alcohol.

The clock on the bedroom wall read six fifty-five am. Unwrapping the towel from her jet-black hair she threw it on the floor and ran her fingers through it; on her way down the stairs. She snatched the keys off the coffee table and rushed out the door.

The convience store was around the corner from the house, she could walk but that took to long and she was ready for the first drink for the day. The clerk knew her by name and greeted her like an old friend. The last couple of times when Shirley was behind the counter, Caylee didn't have to go grab the bottle of Jack because it would be waiting for her at the counter.

"Good morning, how's the grandkids doing?"

Shirley gave the warmest smile, it made Caylee feel like they were close and she didn't bother the woman that has been nice to her.

"They are doing great, the oldest Kevin just made the basketball team and his dad is over the moon. How was your night?"

"It was the same but I always run out of alcohol no matter how much I seem to by."

Shirley laughed along with Caylee,  but she didn't understand what had happened to cause the beautiful blue eyed woman so much pain to drink as she does. She saw her at least four times a day and it was always a bottle of Jack.

Caylee waves as she hurries back to her car. She climbs into the driver's seat and quickly twisted the cap off the bottle and took a large swig. She used the back of her hand to wipe her upper lip. She sighed with relief as she turned the keys to start the car. Before she pulled out of the parking lot she took another swig of the liquor.

Damn it! Why in the hell did Landon drive to her house? She slammed the steering wheel with the palm of her right hand. Her brother never listened to her, he didn't want anything to do with her because she likes to drink and have fun.

It would be nice if her family would leave her alone and stop acting like she had a problem. She wanted to drink and get high, which she was going to go call her dealer when she got home.

She glared at Landons car as she drove past and pulled into the driveway. One more swig wouldn't hurt, it might actually help with this encounter.

Landon climbed out of his truck at the same time she was walking around the back of the car. His eyes roamed her up and down before he shook his head at whatever he didn't like.

"Why are you here"

She walked past him and up the three steps to unlock the front door. Of course he wasn't going to answer her, he was just being nosey.

"I got to leave in five minutes. I only came home to grab something. So, what do you want?" She snapped as the door swung open.

"I don't give a shit about you. The only reason I would come see a junkie would be for mom and you know it."

She rolled her eyes and walked in the house ignoring him. No one knew how to mind their own business and stay out of hers.

Out of the corner of her eyes she looked to see what Landon was doing. As he headed towards the living room, she went down the hall and into her to grab the crack pipe on top of the dresser.

Now she was anxious and needed to get him out of the house. She needed to call the dealer as soon as she could get in the car.

"I need to go. Tell Mom that I will come by and see her as soon as I can. Life has been crazy right now, but I will make time soon."

She didn't bother to see if was following her out of the house or not. It was time to get moving and there was nothing else to say to each. Of course he walked as slow as he could to piss her off and he hit the mark.

She slammed the door and stomped to her car, jumped in and backed out of the driveway as quickly as possible without wrecking. The thoughts swiring around her head on top of the anxious feeling of needing to get high.

"Go away, so I can go." She yelled at him as stood by the car.

It didn't take long for the dealer to answer and give the okay to stop by. The dealer she messed with didn't mess with people going to his house without notice, which has helped him not get caught up and go to jail. He always hooked her up too because she used him more than any other dealer.

Ten minutes later, she had the clear plastic baggie in her hand. In the car she drive two blocks from where she was and pulled the razor blade out of the glove box. Using a broken piece of mirror she dumped a some crumbles of coke on it and Brooke it didn't go fine powder.

She rolled up a dollar bill and sniffed a line. A good sniff with her head back she felt the coke drain down her throat. She did one more line before she headed home.

When the drugs were in her system, she locked herself in the house where her family couldn't walk in. It made her feel good when she did coke, she wished her family understood and would do it with her shit.

She grabbed the bottle of Jack and plopped down on the edge of the bed to take a swig. There was no noise and that was weird, so she turned the radio on and took another swig of alcohol. It was party time even it was by yourself.

She set the mirror on the bed as she dumped more come on it and chopped it down. There was two lines and she sniffed them both; throwing her head back to help it drain.

When she drank and did lines of coke, she could function better. She rarely got drunk to the point where she couldn't walk straight and she didn't get sick, or people couldn't understand her. That made her think it was okay because she was functioning.