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Ch♥️pter 3

Surprise surprise motherfuckers. I feel guilty.

Which was ridiculous considering the circumstances I was under, but I still probably shouldn't have done that. She was too fragile. Far too fragile for my shit and way too fragile to use as an escape plan.

But Alicia was there.

I shivered in disgust and took another swing of my plastic green "water bottle". I can't stand Alicia. Everything about her throws me off and not only because of the shit she's constantly pulling. Though that one time she lit my poor Cocoa on fire really did stick with me. I'm still salty as fuck about that. But can you really blame me? That was my fucking cat!

I loved that fucking cat.

Still though, that was a dick move. Making her have a panic attack so my sexy ass could escape her sister? Yeah I'll admit, not the best plan I've ever came up with. Besides I actually liked her brother. He was a pretty cool kid. I was pretty upset myself when he first went missing.

But that was two years ago. I'm over it now. Journalists are over it now. Hell most of the town's over it now. But she's definitely not. And I used that as an advantage over her.

As I said, dick move.

Taking what had to be my sixth swing of my "water bottle" I glared at the useless thing and entertained the thought of throwing it as hard as I could at the brick wall in front of me. Why the hell was I still sober? My brain was still running smoothly and I couldn't even feel it in my stomach. What was the point in drinking the stuff if you couldn't even get wasted from it?

Groaning, I did just that and threw it so hard against the wall, the bottle fucking exploded and the cap shot back and hit me in the eye. I groaned and rubbed at my eye while trying to process the fact that I made a bottle explode. Or at least I think it exploded? Looked kinda like a water balloon.

Maybe I am drunk. My reflexes are usually far quicker than that. I should have easily been able to catch it before it even made contact with my right eye. Which I just know is going to bruise.

I may be quick, I may be strong, but I bruise so fucking easily. Agility and strength mean shit when counsellors try to get involved with your family life. Especially if your family isn't abusive or at least no longer is.

I say family but really it's just me and my mom. Same sob story all the assholes like me have. Daddy was an abusive drunk and had to go. Though I really do have to give my mom all the credit in the world. She decided to keep me, a result from rape.

I know she secretly hates me for it though. I would too. When she, on the rare occasions where life became too much for her, got drunk she'd scream at me about how much I look like him, how much I sound like him. I can't really escape it though. I do everything like him. Everything from laughing, pulling the same facial expressions, and even our bloody handwriting.

Just got to live with it.

I don't mind the hate. It's the fear that gets me. She's afraid of me. My own mother is afraid of me cause of some douchebag who couldn't take no for an answer.
She especially gets scared when I drink alcohol. I'm not even an angry drunk. More of a dumb one actually.

Besides if I ever hit her, I'd shoot myself. She knows that, but she doesn't care, still terrifies her despite the fact that she wasn't the only one he beat the fuck out of. So I stopped drinking in front of her and adopted the roof of an abandoned building as my safe haven.

I'd stop drinking all together but I don't think I could. Counsellor called it a coping mechanism, I think it's just me being a selfish drunk. Wow look another thing I have in common with my my father.

I snickered before pulling my shirt up to hang loosely around my neck. Why? Can't be positive but I think the alcohol's finally kicking in.

Don't get me wrong, my mom is the sweetest thing on this planet. She's soft spoken and really short. Kinda thick too though she is thinning out but that's mostly because she used to bake a lot of brownies but stopped when I began selling them for money after I added a...special ingredient to it. She works two jobs to support the both of us. I tried to get a job to help contribute, but she made me quit. Told me to concentrate on my education.

Yeah angels still walk the Earth.

And I think Alois might also be one of them.

My brain fucking short circuited at that shit. Alois an angel? God I am drunk.

Before her brother went MIA, Alois was actually pretty horrible. Not bad like her sister because that's reaching more into the demonic category, but still pretty bad.

She used to be like really snobby. And I mean really snobby. Wouldn't talk to anyone besides her brother unless it was to correct them. She had such a superiority complex that it used to be nauseating to have to spend more than ten minutes in her oh so godly presence. She was convinced she was perfect and everyone besides her brother were scum of the Earth. Once she made a substitute teacher fucking cry because she wouldn't stop talking down on her.

But now, now her self esteem was so low, she started hanging out with me.

Me.

I say that in bold and italics because everyone at that dismal high school besides Cake might know who I am but none of them actually talk to me. For the last four years, Cake was all I had. Just me and that idiot against the American school system.

But then Chadwick went missing, and Alois fell apart. She started having panic attacks and hallucinations. Her grades didn't suffer, but that's because she's fucking Alois Dodgson. But literally anything trademark about the snobby her disappeared. She cut away her always neat long hair and gave herself a cool as fuck undercut, Stopped wearing plaid dresses and stockings and replaced them with oversized sweatpants and hoodies, and most disturbing of all, she stopped correcting people.

I liked this version of her better. Which was a bit sick considering she was depressed and at her lowest. Was a shame though, the boyish undercut. She always had such pretty hair. Long, pale, and blonde just like Alice.

Though now she looked more like Alice's twin delinquent brother.

Wonder what Lewis Carroll would think of that? He hated little boys right? Maybe I'm getting my authors confused.

I furrowed my brows at that thought. Why hadn't I questioned that before? Seemed oddly coincidental to me that the only boy in the family of misandrists conveniently went missing.

Maybe I should say something to Alois....

No. I'd just trigger another panic attack. No need to do any worse damage to our friendship than I already had.

Speaking of which, I really should apologise. Though I don't believe she'd appreciate me knocking on her door smelling like a bar.

Okay 1. Shower.

2. Apologise.

3. Hope she accepts the apology.

4. ....

Wait what do I do if she doesn't accept the apology? Shit.

Maybe I should just text her.

Yeah Kyle because that doesn't sound dick like at all. Let's go with that.

God I hate myself.