Whiskey Fights (Perrentes)

One

Tony POV

I sat on the ground next to the front door. The cold air from outside crept from under the door, making me and the floor cold to the touch.

It was late. I didn't know what time it was, but I knew damn well it was extremely late. Or perhaps, extremely early.

My arms hugged my knees close to my chest, I trembled to the cool air hitting my skin. I was only wearing a lose shirt and some shorts that did nothing to keep me warm. I didn't even bother turning on the heater, knowing Mike will complain it's too warm. He always wants the house to be cool.

I was tired. Not the kind of tired from not sleeping one night. I hadn't slept one bit ever since Mike decides to come home late. I don't sleep till he's home.

I don't know how it stated. I don't know if something happened, I don't know why he's been acting this way.

Was it me?

I don't think so. But I could be wrong.

Mike had been coming home drunk. You can smell it on his breath, his clothes, and by the way he acted he was drunk. I hated how he would do that all the time. Sometimes he wouldn't come home for a while. The most was two weeks. I didn't sleep a wink any of those days.

He wasn't all to happy when he'd come home. He's always have something to yell to me about. It mostly started because I would ask him why he'd come home late. Or why he'd always come back drunk. He would yell at me, saying that it was t any of my business, and I shouldn't worry about him.

That he was okay.

I wish I could stop worrying so much. I'm pretty sure he can be okay on his own. But to know he's not next me in bed is to overwhelming, I've had panic attacks over him not being here. I've had so much anxiety because he's not here.

How I wish that he's in my arms.

I missed my Mikey so much.

I watched the door in anticipation. How I wished Mike would just come through that door already. Drunk or not, I wanted Mike.

Time ticks by, and not a trace of Mike comes around. Nothing. My phone hasn't buzzed, I didn't hear noise outside. All I heard was cars driving by and I see lights outside of the house.

I was beginning to lose hope, but I knew Mike would be home soon. I know it.

***

With more time gone, the sun has risen, and it was a new day. I sighed and slowly stood up. As soon as I was up right, I felt light headed. I knew it was from not sleeping. So I didn't worry about it.

I grabbed onto the wall when I felt myself start to tip over. I caught my balance, and walked over to grab my phone. I had a new notification saying I had a text.

I opened my phone but only to see the notification was from Jaime. I sighed when it wasn't Mike. Instead he asked saying if I wanted to come over to watch movies. Vic was going to there too. He told me to ask Mike, but he wasn't here.

I told him I'd be over soon. I walked myself over to me and Mike's room. The sheets were the same. Nothing that was Mike's was touched. I walked over to the closet me and Mike shared. Seeing some of his clothes was heartbreaking. He would come back, sleep, we argued, he changed clothes and left. It was the same cycle over and over again.

I changed my clothes and moved on to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, and combed my hair slightly. I noticed in the mirror that their were deep bags underneath my eyes. And I noticed my face was getting slimmer. I knew it was from lack of eating.