Prometheus

Tequila

2 days. 48 agonising hours. Each second seemed to last forever. At some point after Hunter left, Dora had come out side. She had slipped her little hand into mine and led me inside. She hadn't said a word. She had just led me to the sofa and crawled into my lap. She had stared into my eyes as if searching my soul. I felt so empty. "I love you." She whispered, "we are going to be just fine without him." And for a moment I had belived her.
The clocked ticked over 49 hours. Since that mustang had pull away don't that dirt road. We never did buy a new car. We used to race around the surrounding area as fast as we could in that car. Doing figure 8s. Dora had sat on Hunter's lap as she steered the car. I had sat in the passenger side. My arm sticking out the window. The roof was down and the wind whipped through my hair. We had cheered and yelled so madly as we sped around. Sending up dust clouds as we went.

49hrs 10 minutes. I glanced out the window next to me as I sat at the kitchen table. It was dark out. Dora was asleep.
I could just make out the shadow of the little apple tree we had planted together. I'm surprised it lasted this long, given the little rain here and lack of the nutrients in the sandy soil. It's leaves had started to wilt now though.
Sick of feeling sorry myself I clicked on the radio. A familiar song played quietly through the kitchen. I closed my eyes trying to remember where I had heard it. The supermarket. My eyes flew open. It was the song Hunter had made me dance to in that run down supermarket. I silent sob caused my body to shake. I should hate him. He left me out here. No car nothing. I was nothing but an experiment to him.
"You owe me a dance missy." His words rang though my head. Fuck this. I opened the cupboard above the cooker and grabbed the bottle of tequila. We had never opened it. We were going to drink it on my 18th. That was a week today. I opened the bottle. Hesitating before I put it to my lips. Replaying that memory in my head.
"What do you mean you have never had a drink?" He looked at me with disbelief. I had shrugged. "Ok this is changing." He had stated. The next day he had come back from an errand in the town. He had walked into the lounge and waved the bottle at me. "Look what I have." He had sang. I went to go take it from him. "First of, all no day drinking. Secondly, we shall be opening this on your 18th." He had declared.

I shook my head, erasing the memory. Fuck that. I took a large swig. I had to concentrate on swallowing as it burned down my throat. A couple of large gulps later and one third of the bottle was gone. The room began to sway and I leant against the wall, sliding down it. Tears began to slip down my face. I needed to be strong. Dora needed me. We needed to figure out how to get out of this nightmare we had been thrown into.
I took another swig from the bottle.
I didn't need that bastard. He was a selfish prick. How could he just leave us? Leave me? My tears slowed and the steady beat of anger filled my chest. I took another large swig from the bottle. The golden brown liquor burnt but I welcomed it. I needed to feel something other than this helpless despair.
"Fuck you!" I yelled memories of Hunter flashed through my mind. Quickly followed by memories of my parents. "Fuck all of you!" I screamed as I throw the bottle against the far wall. Knocking over a lamp. The bottle smashed and fell to the floor. The brown liquid trickling down the flowery wall paper. "How could they leave me?" I whispered into the now dark kitchen.
I didn't even notice Dora sitting on the stair case, crying quietly.
I'm not sure how long I sat there, falling in and out of consciousness.