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John Doe_larry stylinson

John Doe- Larry Stylinson

Louis is addicted to drugs, drinking, and smoking. him and Harry live together in a nice house where they raise two kids, Diana and Dean. Harry almost always comes home to high or drunk Louis and sometimes he does it by the kids, scaring Harry that it might harm them. Though that was not the only thing that scared the college professor, who has been having a hard time trying to deal with this situation.

It was as if I was starring at a stranger who did not even care that I was crying, nor that I love him. He was just starring at me, letting out a sigh every now and then and crossing his arms. I allowed my tongue out to lick my bottom lip and threw my hands back down to my side, dropping the mail and papers that were in my hand.

Lucky for me, my two kids were outside playing in the backyard and did not see their father drunk and high off his ass. "This is my last drink, I promise" he mumbled to me, and I shook my head as I snatched the poisionous drink from his hand. " you can finish this while you pack your bags and leave this damn house, or I take the kids and leave" I spoke in a strident tone, not even sure if I regreted what I said as he scuffed at me, watching me pour the drink into the sink and open all the windows to let air in without getting Diana and Dean's attention. 

"why are you being such a bitch?" He looked at me and I glared back, tired of having to go through this nearly everytime I came home. I came closer to him, hovering above him with nothing but anger boiling inside me from his irresponsible actions, not sure wether to start with leaving our kids outside alone or smoking where it was so clear for them to see.

This was not the way I planned on raising Diana and Dean, nor did think That Louis and I would get into so much fights. He knew how much I hated him smoking, and Nearly everyday I begged him to stop, but It seemed to only get worst rather than better. It has been a while since he even went to work, and It was almost all up to me to do everything while he was in whatever era of his life this was. Whatever it was I wanted it to stop, I wanted him to stop hurting himself.

"easy, tiger! did some one bite your tale hazzaboo?" He pouted at me and I clenched my jaw, looking away from him. He let out a sigh and slightly wobbled s he packed the cigarette butts in his hands and the bottle of wiskey in the other, throwing away the cigars in the trash and taking the wiskey upstairs, stopping when he got there. I looked over at him, meeting his blue eyes and noticing that now he felt somewhat bad. His face softened and he blinked at me, gulping down and parting his lips to speak to me again. " I'm sorry Harry. I swear I don't mean to hurt you" He mumbled before finally walking up the stairs carefully, and I looked down. I took in a deep breath and wiped the few dried tears on my cheeks. I wanted to believe him, I did believe him. I just did not want to wait for the day where I would have to explain this to the kids. I wanted him to get better I just dont know what to do anymore when I've already tried everything. 

I was not planning on giving this up, or letting this one slide. It was okay for now but I knew Louis and I had to do something about this. Untill then, I opend the door to the backyard and called my 7 year old daughter and 3 year old son inside for some pie that I had bought for them, the smiles on their face unforgetable. 

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sorry if it sucks but its late and Im sad. I hope you pigeons enjoyed though!.x

AliceTheTerrible