Bitter Spirits (Story Paused)

Hard Night

It was ten o'clock at night and Caylee was trashed. Now that was she drunk it was time to call her mom; it doesn't matter that she would be in bed. When shit swirled around her head it was taken out on mom.

After she called and hung up three times, her mother, Jody finally answered her call and now she was pissed it took her that long .

"Hello, Did you sit there and watch your phone ring? What the fuck is wrong with you? You want to be in the middle of my life, so let's talk about it."

Caylee wouldn't give her mother a chance to speak. She kept going until the line went dead; in her drunken state it took a moment to realize she was talking to herself. Of course Jody turned her phone off because she knew her daughter would keep calling until she passed out. She wouldn't remember the next day when she tried to tell her how she was acting either.

That gave a reason for Caylee to drink and do more drugs now. Her mother doesn't want to talk to her and hung up, so what was the point in life?

You never knew which Caylee you would meet each day because she would change. One day she is happy and doesn't care what others say or think than it switches to crying over everything to pure anger. Tonight after seeing her brother and than her mother not wanting anything to do with her, she felt pure anger.

"Fuck you! I'm so done." She would yell walking through the empty house. No one would answer but in her head she hears something, she would curse the imaginary person out.

After that it made the mood worse and clash, she would break the glasses and plates that were setting in the cupboard. There have been a handful of times where the police showed up and she went to jail twice.

The world was dark and painful to deal with and the drugs helped to numb it all. There was things that happened in her life that no one would understand and yet they would badger her about the lifestyle. "One day you will end up dead. Someone will kill you or you will overdose." She threw her head back and laughed every time it was said.

She has overdosed three times and it was never because of the amount being used. No, it was because a bad batch was going around and her dealer didn't know until the customer told him. It was all bullshit, but have you ever tried to reason or even talk to an addict; it's not easy.

Tonight Caylee calmed herself down after destroying the kitchen. She grabbed the bottle off the table and slowly made her way up the stairs and sat on the top stair. She sat with her back against the wall and took swig after swig. A few minutes later she made her way to the bedroom and pulled out some photo albums from her closet.

The old memories of being in highway with her friends and having fun. She did miss the old gang but most of them were married and pregnant or had one child. They all had the same smile, they knew a secret about life and she was one of them until senior year.

She laid on her side as she continued to flip the pages over until her eyes grew to heavy to keep open.

The next morning she woke with a moan, the floor caused her body to ache. She lifted her head to see the albums sprawled out on front of her and shook her head in disgust. With quick hand movements the alumbs were stacked and pushed to the back of the closet.

Routine to take a shower and get ready to get the next bottle. After she was dressed she walked downstairs to the kitchen, where she left the car keys. Her eyes went wide with the site of broken glass all over the floor, counters, and table.

"Damn it Caylee, you need to stay calm when drunk. This is a huge mess." It was the worst she had done.

Now she needed to get a bottle to be able to even start on that mess. It would help her get through it faster and than she could go get another baggie of coke. With a smile on her face she headed to the spot.

In and out just like she liked it but with her hand on the car door handle someone called her name. She turned around but didn't recognize anyone, so she opened the door to climb in and get a drink. Besides no one knew her when she went to this store.

"Hey, I thought that it was you. What have you been up to?"

She was face to face with the biggest crush of her life and her mind raced. What was he doing there? He moved out of state right after high school and last she knew he was getting married.

"Cash, you look great. What are you doing back here?" She quickly asked, though it was nice to see him, she was ready to go.

"I moved back two weeks ago and work for Clark's Auto body. It looks like you are busy, but bad to come say hi. I hope we see each other again."

She was surprised they ran into each other today. Before she knew what was happening she asked him, "do you want to come over for a drink?" She wiggled the brown paper at him with a big smile.

His eyebrows scrunched for a mere second before he agreed, and she wasn't sure he even gave her that look. It didn't matter what time it was, as soon as you could buy alcohol she was at the store.

She waited for him to follow her back to her place forgetting how bad the kitchen looked. It looked like he was doing, dressed nice and drove a Dodge Ram. Her car wasn't rusted or junk but it sure wasn't expensive either and the clothes that hung in the closet were from teen years.

He pulled in right behind her car, which most people didn't do that but she shrugged it off and climbed out of the car. That's when it hit her that the kitchen was trashed, so she took him through the back door that would lead them down a hallway that wasn't open to the kitchen.

"I don't have many guests, so I use the back door so I don't track to much dirt in." That sounded like a good lie.

Her heart raced and she anxious more than ever to get to the dealers spot.