"Man there's a party up by the woods and creek tonight. It's going on all weekend. All football players are going. You have to come."
"I'll think about it." I said. Usually I would straight up say no. Especially since I had to take care of Isaac until Dad got back. Today though wasn't usual. It was a stressful horrid day. It had been stressful and horrible all week long. "Hey you know what. I'll be there." I told him.
"Great, pop by with a few drinks if you can." He said.
"Sure will." I said. I went home and started rummaging through my drawers. I finally pulled out my fake ID. I hadn't used this thing in forever, there was a reason behind it, a little voice nagged me in the back. I ignored the voice and slipped the fake ID in my pocket.
"West what are you going with that?" Isaac said from the doorway.
"With what?" I asked, not even looking at Isaac.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about West. You're not drinking again are you?" Isaac asked.
"Isaac shut up already, I've had maybe two drinks in my life." I lied to my younger brother.
"You had a problem." Isaac said.
"Isaac, no I didn't. Alright!" I yelled at him slamming my fist on the wall.
"West, you drank a lot after Freedom-" I didn't let Isaac finish, because I slapped my fist into his face. Isaac fell back, holding on to his face. Blood started pouring out of his mouth. I mean a lot of blood. We both stayed silent in shock. I had never hit Isaac. Not in our whole lives. We had always gotten along pretty well, there was no need for violence. Sure we had those playful wrestling matches, but never anything that got us hurt. Now Isaac was sitting on the floor with blood pouring down his face.
"Isaac-" I tried. I stepped closer to him, and he scooted away from me, his eyes large in fear. Isaac was scared of me. My brother was scared of me. I couldn't handle that thought, the whole thing that I could loose the brother relationship I had was Isaac was too much. I had lost my mother. My sister. I couldn't loose Isaac too. I ran past Isaac and out the front door. I ran down the block, not turning around, barley aware of where I was going. I ran and ran. My lungs burned and my legs felt like they were made of jelly, but I kept pushing through and running.
I didn't hesitate to walk to the party when I turned up by the woods and creek. I walked straight into the party and grabbed the first bottle I found. I drank the whole bottle in one swallow, forcing the burning liquid to go down my throat.
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Author's Note
Now we're finally getting at why this book is called Bound To Myself. Any guesses on the name actually?
Word Count: 501
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Bound To Myself ~ West✔️
JugendliteraturFrom the outside West is a bundle of smiles. He's popular at his school for nothing but his kindness. Though some of his football fame goes around. He had his dad, and his younger brother. What else could any high school junior want? But what if ev...
