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7 - Drunken Stupor, Tanton, and a Blow Off

Hey, thanks for reading! Fair warning that there is some rougher language in this chapter. Thanks for the Comment and Votes! Hope you enjoy!

08-25-2012  *There has been a revision for Jake Tanton.... hopefully you'll like it, but if not oh well, because Hayden as Jake seems right to me.

                                         Chapter 7 - Drunken Stupor, Tanton, and a Blow Off

          I told him I had to go back to my apartment so I could get ready for work tonight. I didn’t like lying to him, but I couldn’t be there any longer. I’m sitting on the couch wrapped up in the blankets, the cold air seeping through the layers and into my skin, chilling me to the bone. I got up throwing the covers off of me, walking to the kitchen. I opened the cabinets, seeking out the bottle of Jack. I grabbed it by the neck, going to my room, picked out a book, then moved back to the couch with the blankets. Wicked Nights was a fairly good book, it kept me company many nights on my own. I delved into its world before long and had gotten more of the liquor from my cabinets. I drank all the Jack and Tequila, now I’m starting on the small bottle of rum. The words in the book are too blurry to see, so I gave up on the book. I got up to go to the bathroom, my stumbling was worse than ever. I tripped over nothing, landing on the floor. Screw the bathroom, it’s too far. I don’t know how long I lay on the floor, too long I suppose. I heard a buzzing; it seemed constant for a while when it stopped. A moment later the sound started again. It kept this up for so long. I just realized that I have no concept of time. It could be an hour or a day since I tripped, not only did I just realize it but I don’t care. I don’t care because I can’t feel anything. I haven’t felt nothing since the day I buried my father. I like not feeling anything, not feeling my heart ache constantly, not feeling dirty, used and worthless. I could get used to this. I heard knocking on my door. I turned to look at the door; I don’t think I could crawl to the door even if I wanted to. The knocking stopped but I heard shouting, I couldn’t make out the words, not that I cared. The door knob rattled incessantly, while the shouting continued. The noise was giving me a headache. After what seemed like eternity, it all stopped the rattling, knocking and shouting.

          It took a couple of times to open my eyes fully. My head was pounding from the hangover. I sat up slowly before getting up. I got to the couch, looked at my phone. I had fifteen missed calls, seven voicemails, and thirty-four texts. They were from Ryan, Dan, Rae and Mr. Dragomir. The last one shocked me. How did he get my number? I looked at the time, 8:15 on a Monday. I was late for school. I put my phone in my pocket, put my shoes on and ran to school. I had to stop a couple of times cause of my head. As I got to school I took my hair out of the braid it’s been in for the past two days and put my hood back on. I walked to Physics to get my breath back. I grabbed the door handle, but I couldn’t bring myself to open it. I knocked, waited until I heard his voice.

          “Come in.” I opened the door, closed it behind me, then walked to my seat without a word.

          “You’re late, Miss Nicolae.” He said as I was halfway to my seat. I paused, standing there.

          “No shit.” I whispered under my breath, or at least tried to, but the audible gasps from my fellow classmates gave me the suspicion that I said it louder than I thought.

          “Detention, Scarlett, and lose the hood.” I took the hood off, popped my neck, and sat down in my seat, facing him, but I couldn’t look at him. I stared at the board where he wrote something that I didn’t care to read. My head is pounding, the florescent lights aren’t helping and I’m thirsty. I sat there and stared all hour, not thinking or hearing anything. People looked at me repeatedly throughout the hour. The bell rang, I got out of my seat headed to the door.