The opposite of silence [EDITING]

Ch 21: vodka kisses

Franki POV

Eli stumbles through the front door, tripping over the mat as he enters. His eyes dark and lifeless.
"This is the fourth time you've died of starvation this month" I pick up my coffee and take a sip.
"And this is the forty fourth time you've been a bitch" he calls back, falling to the floor in exhaustion. Patti runs over to him, trying to lift him back up.
I sigh in response. "I have to see my father tomorrow, will you be okay?" I ask, examining his limp body, his bones showing visibly through his light skin. He lifts his hand and waves it at me,
"When am I not?" He speaks into the carpet.
"Right now" I dead pan, he could hear the annoyance in my voice and looks up from the floor.
"For your information" he lifts himself up, using the dog as support, he then hold one finger up and runs to his room, only to return moments later with a water bottle. "I am just fine. Thank you very much" he slurs
"You're drunk" I glare at him, taking a cigarette out of my cleavage and lighting it.
"So what?!" He shouts, taking a swig from the bottle and stumbling over to the couch.
He flops down, lying on his back. He lifts the bottle again and starts drinking it as if it was water.
"What are you drinking?" I ask, seeing the clear liquid disappear before my eyes. Eli finishes the drink and burps loudly,

"It's mine, you can't have any!!" he shouts, lifting the now empty bottle above him, he then gasps, bringing the bottle to eyelevel, he examines it closely

"Yes, it is indeed empty. Alcoholic" I scoff, taking my attention away from him

"There's one teensy drop left" his slur more apparent now, I look over to him, seeing him try to get the last drop of liquid out of his bottle

"I'll start bottle feeding you if you keep going on like this boy"

"As long as I'm in your arms, I don't care what happens" he's behind me now, the smell of vodka on his breath, I groan and roll my eyes "it's okay baby" he kisses my cheek "I understand your pain" his arms sneak over my shoulders as he grabs me into a hug.

The boy has been through enough in the past two months, no wonder he's a drunk.

"Hi mummy!!" my daughter calls, Eli pulls away from me,

"hi back!!" he calls, waving his arms around,

Becki gasps loudly,

"eli, youre back!!!" she shouts running upto him, then takes a few steps back "why do you smell like daddy?" she asks, noticing the bottle he still hasn't managed to part with, Eli smirks and swings an arm over her shoulder and gets really close to her ear. He whispers something and smirks slyly. Becki pulls back and cringes,

"I've got work mummy!" She shouts, still sounding disgusted and shoots out of the house.

"What did you say to my daughter?" I raise an non existent eyebrow at Eli, his smile widens as he begins to laugh maniacally.