Let Me Out

Chapter Six

Alex's POV

"Alex!" Mom yelled, sounding pissed.

"Yeah?"

"Where the hell is my wine? I swear I had a bottle left!"

"I don't know." I lied.

"Alex. Where is it?"

"I don't know, mom!"

"Don't you dare lie to me! Where is it?!"

I didn't answer her.

"Where the fuck is my wine, Alex?!"

"I drank it!"

"Why the hell did you drink it?!"

"Because I wanted too!"

She looked completley pissed off. She grabbed me by the shirt and slapped me across the face. I was shocked. She had never, ever hit me before. Sure she yelled, sure most of the time she was drunk, but she wasn't abusive.

She smiled at me, but then hit me again.

And again.

And again.

"Mom, please stop?!" I begged

She laughed and dropped me to the ground.

"Don't you ever touch my drinks again."

I just nodded and she smirked.

"Hey babe, I brought the wine!" An unfamilliar voice called out.

My mom looked at me and smirked. "Don't tell your father."

I just nodded and pulled myself up from the floor.

"Hey babe!" A heavyset man walked in, beer in hand, and kissed my mom fiercly.

I ran up to my room and sat down on my bed. I hadn't actually drank my moms wine, I just stole it and hid it behind my pillow for later.

"Oh Tony!" I heard my mom yell from downstairs.

So my mom officially hated me, my parents were probably both cheating on eachother right now, and I going apsolutley no where in life. I was just turning into my mother. Great.

I grabbed out the bottle of wine and shoved it in my back pack, along with my ipod, cell phone, and some cigarettes. I put on my one and only hoodie and looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a Black Veil Brides tee shirt, my black and white checkered hoodie, black skinny jeans, and black converse. My black hair hair was covering my eyes, and that's how I liked it. I looked like the definition of emo.

I grabbed my back pack and put the hood to my hoodie up, and walked downstairs quickly but quietly. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw my mom and who I assumed was Tony. They were on the couch, and my mom was for the most part naked, but I couldn't really see her because Tony was ontop of her. He was dressed though, except he didn't have on his shirt. I looked away before I could see what him and my mother were doing and started walking again.

"Where are you going?!" My mom demanded.

"Just outside. You know I like looking at the stars." I said, and really, it was true. I always went outside and would just lay in the grass, staring up at the stars. I don't know why, but they give me some sense of hope, they remind me that maybe there's more out in the world then just hatred and the feeling of being alone and dead inside.

I ran outside and sat down on the curb, putting my backpack next to me. I took out my ipod and put in my earphones, turning the volume up so it was pretty loud. Then I opened the wine, and took a swig of it. I looked up at the sky, just looking at the stars. It was pretty cold out, but I didn't care, I'd rather be out here than in there listening to my moms and Tonys sex noises. I cringed at the thought. I took out a cigarette and lit it, letting the nicotine calm me down.