Another Day

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I went inside but Todd wasn't home. I let out a sigh of relief and draped my back on the coat hook not caring that I'll get in trouble for that later. I take off my shoes and lay them by the door then go over to the fridge. I open it and I'm greeted with a blast of cool air.

I take out a cold can of beer, just to drown out everything for a while. Todd won't care. He won't even notice. He'll think he drank the rest. I think as I go ahead and grab the whole container with about 5 beers left in it.

I carry the somewhat heavy box to my room and lock my door. I click one open then open my laptop. Skype.

Call request: Hazel

I accept the call and I'm immediately greeted with her gorgeous face. "Hey ho!" She joked. I laugh and wave. "You got beer?" She said. I nod and take a sip. She then pulls out her large bottle of quality vodka. Something Todd would never afford, so he'd steal it. Something he's done before. It's kinda like a hobby or a talent for him. "I'm just drinking away the problems of yesterday!" She sang. Probably some country song. She'd be the girl you'd least expect to listen to country. She's black, which is a shock enough for some people, but she's also pretty shy at times.

"You're such a nerd," I groan before taking another large swig of the alcohol. I cringe at the watery taste but take it down anyway. She laughs and says bye because she has her girlfriend over or something. "Bye, remember to wear a condom on any folic object you guys may come across." I wink and her face goes bright red before she logs out. I laugh to myself and finish off the can before going to another.

Some people would say I have a drinking problem; I say those people have a speaking problem and that they should probably stop. I just drink. Todd does it, at least I'm not abusive, when I'm sober. When I drink I don't know what I'm like. I try to avoid all social interactions once my mind goes foggy in feat of how I may react.

4 cans later and I couldn't feel my toes or my hands. I look at the ceiling fan, drowning out everything except for the intense buzz that was in my mind along with the music playing. I think it was Feel My Love or something, all I know is it was by Adele. I couldn't listen to the lyrics straight because whatever word she sang, just brought me to tears. Maybe I'm a twat when I drink, maybe I'm over emotional when I drink, or maybe Adele's voice is just so goddamn beautiful. Whatever it was, kinda just sent me to glossy eyes and sobs sobs leaving my trembling lips.

I jump when I hear the front door slam shut and I immediately turn off the music. When I checked the clock it was 1 AM. I turn off my lights and grab the best and put them under my bed. I check my lock and be sure it's still locked. Once I'm reassured, I quickly lay under my blanket and pretend I'm asleep in case he somehow gets in here.

I then go full under my blanket and pull out my phone. As I scroll through Twitter blindly, my phone began to buzz. Thomas.

"Hello?" I answer, my voice probably sounded very sloppy.

"E-Elise? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Thomas loudly whispered.

"Um, yeah I'm fine. What the fuck are you going on about?" I ask, feeling somewhat anxious.

"There are police cars outside your house," he said. I pull the blanket off my head and look to see red and blue lights flash from outside.

"Dammit, what'd Todd do?" I yell. I unlock my door and run to the living room where voices are. I look and see 2 police officers talking to Todd. "What's going on?" I say. One of the officers run to me and point a gun at me. "What are you doing?" I ask. I feel tears brim in my eyes. The officer tells me to put my hands behind my back and begins to put cuffs around my wrists.

"Blow," he says. He basically shoves a drunk test in my mouth. I hesitantly begin to blow and it beeps. "Intoxicated." He shows the other officer. I didn't notice until Todd was cuffed as well until he tried to walk to me.

"Can I at least know what's going on here?" I ask through gritted teeth. The police officers share a glance.

"There's been loud music that disturbed a neighbor. How old are you miss?"

"18."

"Under aged drinking? Sir did you know about this?" The officer asked Todd. Todd was sober, and he looked heart broken that I drank. I began to nervously chew at my lip, I swear I tasted blood. Suddenly my phone began to buzz again in my back pocket.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath. The officer took my phone out of my pocket and answered it.

"Officer speaking, who is this?" I drowned out the rest of whatever he was saying. He was probably talking to Thomas. Telling Thomas I'm a criminal and I'm going to be executed. Okay, probably not, but I mean, now a days it could happen from all this police brutality crap.

"Alright, he's free I guess, unless we get anymore complains. But her, juvie," the female officer said, opening Todd's cuffs.

I don't remember what happened then. My mind went blank. All I remember is being shoved into the back of a police car. The cold leather seats where other convicts sat. Murderers. Rapists. Now me.