After Dunkirk

Chapter 10

Alex POV
"Old friend of yours?" Tommy ask as we both walk back in the house.

"It's a long story..." I sigh.

"I bet, she didn't seem to be very happy from the looks of it." He snickers.

"Yeah I kind of fucked some shit up." I say.

"Damn man, but hey just forget about her cause I've got something that I think can cheer you up." He says.

"Oh god no, not another one of your surprises. I don't think I can handle another Chloe." I say

"It's not gonna be like that this time. This time I think you'll actually have fun this time. My cousin has a house by the lake and this time and for his birthday every year we always have a big get together for him. I'm not exactly the biggest fan of his but it's something to do so we won't be stuck in the house."

Going to a birthday party is the last thing on my mind right now. I'd rather just stay in the house and make a bottle of whiskey my friend for the time being, but I don't know maybe going out will take my mind off her and make me feel better, even if it's just temporary.

"Okay. When is it?" I ask.

"Tomorrow afternoon, we should get going a little earlier tomorrow though since it's a little ways down the road and we can just ride along with my uncle since he's going." He says.

I wonder what kind of party this is going to be with his uncle is going. Well either way I don't really care as long as it can get my mind off all of this.

"Well okay." I say.

"Good, it's going to be fun." He says.

"Yeah but I'm going to run to the store to get something, I'll be back in a little bit." I say.

"Oh okay." He says.

I know I keep saying I shouldn't drink and everything but tonight I just can't help it.

There's just too much on my mind and I'm not in the mood to even try and deal with it at all.

So when I get to the liquor store, the whiskey is the first thing I reach for.

I'm barley out of the store before I start drinking.

I know this isn't normal or okay that I'm just so easily able to start sipping down whiskey without even thinking twice about it, but lately it's just become innate with me.

And it seems when I get down on my luck I just can't stay away from it.

It makes it feel as if nothing else in the world matters for a while and I guess I've started to crave that feeling.

I get back to the house and continue to sip it
down.

"Alex!" I hear Tommy's voice yelling.

Why the hell is he screaming this late at night.

"Alex stop!" He yells.

Stop what? I don't get it.

"What are you talking about Tommy?" I say to him.