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PROBLEM XVI| Alcohol & House Egging
The rest of the classes went by in a breeze. When the last bell of the day rang, my feet were sprinting out the room and then the front gates of Lakeville High.
Reaching home, the pungent essence of alcohol invaded my olfactory sense and I regretted sprinting out the school doors back home. Clicking open the door, the alcoholic stench intruded my senses harder.
There, on the couch with a vodka bottle gripped in his fingers, I found Justin, partially slipping into the unconscious world. Clearing my throat, I took a hesitant step forward, "Justin?"
Justin blinked his eyes open, still in a haze, he looked at me and glared, "Go to Hell," he murmured, tipping his head back and taking a long swing of his vodka.
I sighed and nodded as I swung my bookbag on my shoulder and trudged my way to my room. Throwing my bag away, I fell face first on my bed, my phone blasting Imagine Dragons.
Don't know when but I slipped into a peaceful sleep—peaceful until a loud crash resonated around the house, making my eyes shoot open. Rushing down, I saw the living room trashed with smashed intoxicant and liquor bottles. My eyes roamed the entire vision visible and rushed to the kitchen when another crashing sound bounced the walls of the house.
Justin was stumbling on his feet, his hand reaching up for the cabinet containing all the booze. On the floor was another bottle shattered and liquor splashed over the floor.
"Justin," I gritted out. His head whipped to me and he snarled, "What? Didn't I tell you to go to Hell?" he snapped. His eyes burned with fury at the interruption. He glared at me, "Go away before I do something I regret," he said, taking a swing of his liquor.
I glared back at him, and snorted very unladylike, "Like you haven't already been doing that."
Justin shook his head and waltzed out the kitchen door, I followed. "I'm going out," he said, merely picking up his car keys before I snatched them out of his bounds. I did not need him drunk driving.
