struggles

eight.

Time had passed since that legendary night, but it was still stained in my memory. I sat at the island in the kitchen across from Amelia and Cal who I was having breakfast with- and trust me, I was slightly not okay with the fact that Cal let her move into the spare room. But again, who gives a damn. That was two weeks ago.

Everything had been going smoothly ever since then- nothing had really enraged me enough to have an 'episode' and my grades were average as ever. However, life was the least bit boring. After hearing about 'Those Brooks, Hemsworth, and Vuitton kids getting in that huge fight', the other students on campus started gathering themselves and began giving us some more respect.

Elle was finally out of her dormant state, she came down the steps to the second floor quickly and said, "You guys are beyond lucky, you had your tests several weeks ago but mine are this morning. In ten minutes." She fast-walked up to the table and kissed me on the cheek and I smiled. "Good luck, I guess," she said.

"yOu gUyS aRe tRiGgErInG mE," Amelia whined sarcastically. She was still slightly annoying but I guess I kind of got used to it over time. Elle ignored her and rushed out the door on the way to her class. After she left, I went back to boredly contemplating my toast.

Amelia and Callum decided to go out for lunch so I was left deserted at the condo. I flopped onto the couch and looked at the different movies that were playing on TV and chose a random one. But all of a sudden, more memories were back.

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"Mister Vuittoonnnn," Doctor Bauer said with a cheesy smile. "How nice to see you again." I just sighed and put my throbbing head in my hands. I wasn't feeling very good- I couldn't see the details on the doctor's face and everything felt unbalanced. I felt extremely.. hungover.

"What did I do this time.." I commented groggily.

"Yes, of course," Bauer said, opening a folder that was full of pictures. "Last night, you attended a party at your cousin's home." At saying this, he showed me the fancy gold-embrorderd invitation addressed to 'My Cousin Collins Vuitton'.

"Heh... Giovanni.." I said, chuckling. "His parties are crazy."

"According to several witnesses, you were 'out of this world' partying." I just laughed. "Mister Vuitton, this is not funny. You started four different fights in that night alone. Collins, if you don't mind me asking, what is your father like when he is drunk? In terms of- is he a happy drunk? Or an angry drunk?" He had my attention now. I took my focus off of the house plant in the corner and stared Doctor Bauer straight in the eyes.

"He's not an alcoholic, doc. I think you've got the wrong folder."

"Collins."-the doctor sat up in his seat-"I am not asking wether or not he is an alcoholic, I am asking if he is abusive when he is drunk."

"Hell yeah, if that's the answer you want." The doctor just grunted at me saying this and scribbled something down in the folder. "So what, I got in four fights. I was drunk. People make mistakes when they're drunk."

"Yes, Mister Vuitton you are indeed correct. But people do not beat their own cousin the the verge of death." I was shocked. Of course, there have been several stories told about the amazing adventures I'd been on while drunk, but almost killing someone was... too far.

"What?" I said, scoffing. "Again, doc, you've got the wrong folder. I'd never harm Giovanni, even if he pisses me off." Doctor Bauer sighed and handed me the folder.