Stranger Things Have Happened, I Know

Ch 53

Chapter 53

*~*Dave’s Point of View*~*

                “A fucking joke?” I yelled, slamming the steering wheel with my palms. “I’m a fucking joke?” I was angry. I was bullshit angry. I mean, I could barley see straight. What the fuck was she thinking? She knew damn well what my life, our lives, were based on: my music and my band. How could she stand there and act like I was doing something wrong just by working? Maybe it was her young age, maybe she had some postpartum bullshit going on. Either way, I was more pissed off than I’d been in a long, long time. I stopped off at the liquor store and picked up a 6 pack of Red Stripe and a bottle of Crown Royal and headed for 606.

                When I got there, it was deserted. Everyone else was at home with their families. Everyone else didn’t have a miserable bitch of a fiance at home telling them what a terrible father and terrible husband they were. I parked the car and unbuckled my seat belt. I reached into my pocket and dug out Kate’s ring. I flipped open the glove compartment and tossed it inside before grabbing my booze and heading inside.

                I went into my office, flipped on the light and set my purchases down on my desk. I cracked open a Stripe and poured a shot of whisky and downed both.

                “What a bitch!” I said out loud, still steaming. But it didn’t make me feel better. Deep down inside, I hated myself for calling her that. I hated myself for saying that horrible comment about Eric. I tried to focus my anger away from myself and back onto Kate. She had no respect for the work that I was doing. I poured another shot, then another. Planning a wedding and producing an album were two totally different things. I mean, I had deadlines, I had tons of people to manage, and I had so much pressure on me to be perfect. What did she have to worry about? Feeding the baby, picking out bridesmaids dresses, deciding on cake flavors?

“It’s a wedding cake! Yellow cake, white frosting! Done!” I shouted to the empty room. I opened another Red Stripe and used it to chase another shot. I mean, it wasn’t like I wasn’t around! I did come home every night, even if it was late. We saw each other every morning; we ate dinner together most nights. It’s not like she was a single mother living in squalor. Christ, she was making me out to be some sort of monster for not throwing myself into wedding plans.

“Where did all my beers go?” I wondered aloud. I didn’t remember drinking them all, yet they were all gone. I poured another shot, splashing whisky everywhere. I was well on my way to a black out, which was exactly where I wanted to be.

The next morning, I woke up on the leather couch in my office. The sun was streaming through the windows and I wanted to die. I peeled my face of the leather armrest and slowly sat up. I looked at the 6 empty bottles of Red Stripe strewn around my office and the half empty bottle of Crown on my desk.

“Fuckin’ shit…” I whispered. I didn’t eat a single thing the day prior, I’d been so busy all day, then my blow out with Kate. All the booze had gone right to my head and now, it was about to come back up. I stood and stumbled to the bathroom down the hall and threw up beer, whisky and bile. I looked at my watch. It was 7:30am. I still had some time to get out of here, grab a bite to eat, get home and shower before the guys arrived at the house to start working. I splashed water on my face, staggered back to the office and quickly cleaned up the mess I’d made the night before. I threw on my aviators and headed home, stopping at a Dunkin Donuts for a coffee and breakfast sandwich first.

When I got home, the house was silent and I crept upstairs and tip toed to the bed room, hoping to grab a fresh set of clothes without waking Kate, then go back down to the guest bed room to shower. However, the bed room door was wide open and Kate was not in bed. I frowned and quickly checked the closet to see if she’d packed up and left, but all of her things were still there. I quickly showered and changed, then crept down the hall to James’ room. The door was opened a crack and I peaked in. I could see Kate asleep in the full size bed. She must have spent the night in there. I wonder if she knew I never even came home.