A Day For Tomorrow

Chapter Seven

"You can't just come into my place and act like you own this shit!" I shout at Ricky.

"Yes the fuck I can! I live here too bitch!" He shouts back.

"That shit is expensive! Don't just toss it like that! And it's my shit! You can't just throw out my shit!"

"What are you gonna do, cunt?" He asks, pouring another bottle of liquor down the drain.

"I'll kick your ass!" I threaten, wincing with each step I take.

"Yeah sure you will." He scoffs, tossing the empty bottle in the trash.

"You are such an asshole, Ricardo. Such a fucking asshole!" I growl, pulling my phone from my pocket. I click on Sam's contact and call him.

"*sigh* I'm at work what do you want?" He asks.

"I want this fucking cunt out of my apartment now." I spit.

"Call Angie then I'm busy." He brushes off, hanging up. I call Angie and she picks up after a few rings.

"What's up?" She asks casually.

"Can you come here?" I ask, gritting my teeth. She sighs.

"Sure, I guess. Be there in a minute." She answers before hanging up.

"You're just letting your life go to shit, Lucifer." Ricky says, leaning over the counter.

"It's my life! If I want it to go to shit then it's going to shit! That's not up to you to decide!" I argue. He sighs out and massages the bridge of his nose. I let myself sink into the shitty couch and huff out. Yeah, I have a drinking problem, but it's only a problem to Rick. It's been 2 months since I got out of the hospital, my healing is taking longer than I wanted it to. In a few minutes the front door opens and Angie steps in.

"Alright what's the problem this time guys?" She sighs out, shutting the door and walking to the space between me and Ricky.

"He's pouring all my liquor down the fucking drain!" I answer aggressively.

"He doesn't stop drinking. As soon as he starts to show signs of sobering up he chugs down half a bottle." Ricky explains. Angie looks to the space next to the sink, seeing at least 20 bottles, some full some half empty. "He never used to drink this much."

"Well, Luke, why are you drinking so much?" She asks boredly.

"Cause I can!" I answer.

"I can't do this anymore. I need to find somewhere else to live." Ricky sighs out.

"That's right you fucking pussy, leave the way you came!" I shout.

"Lucifer! Will you fucking chill?!" Angie yells. I'm instantly silenced, considering she doesn't get genuinely mad at any of us usually. "You're done. I don't give a fuck how fussy you want to be about it. I'm taking these bottles, and whatever else you have hidden away. You're done drinking. You're stressing me out, stressing Ricky out, and stressing Sam out. You have a problem. I'm putting an end to it." She spits, collecting the bottles in a dirty backpack.

"You too? Why can't I just fucking do what I want?!" I snap.

"Because you are gonna push your only friends away. Is that what you want? To have no friends?" She asks, voice strained with irritation.

"Might as well! If all you guys are gonna do is bitch about everything I do then fuck off!" Silence fills the room after the words slip from my mouth. Ricky tightens his lips and pushes off the counter, grabbing a duffle bag and throwing shit into it.