Love Is Dangerous

C8

My uncle is a complete asshole.

When he called me earlier to tell me to get home, of course I followed his commands because I didn't feel like hearing his stupid mouth complain. I hate hearing him yell at me when half the things that come out of his mouth make no sense. But, I try my best to understand him without pissing him off even more.

Well, it turns out that the only reason he wanted me home was to make sure I was there while he went out. I couldn't believe that shit, and I wanted to fucking yell at him for being a retard. He never makes any damn sense, and it makes me wonder why I'm still here.

Oh, because I don't have a fucking place to stay.

Nonetheless, after he left, I did too. I wasn't about to stay there while he went out and did whatever the hell he wanted to do while I had to stay home for him to know that I was here.

It was stupid.

He's stupid.

Is he even my uncle?

We are nothing alike. He's my dad's brother, but if I could remember anything about my dad then I could compare them to each other. But I can't, and I don't know if I'm more like my dad or my mom, but I am nothing like Williams.

We are two different people. We may be the same blood, but I'm pretty sure we don't have the same stupidity running through our head. I'm not stupid enough to be like him, but he is some other kind of stupid.

But, like I said, I wasn't about to stay home. Hell no. I wanted to get away and do some crazy shit to get my mind off of everything. Plus, it's the weekend and what better way to spend it then to have a little fun?
I found this party, which isn't a surprise since I basically have an ear out for parties or anything that has to do with them. But, this party is pretty good and I knew that it was a bunch of college students, which is typical because college students, most of them anyway, are stupid as hell.

I knew that some of the girls here, if not all, are getting drunk and it was the perfect time to try to find someone that didn't mind fooling around a little. I was more than ready to find someone, but it had to be a specific type.

Drunk.

Sober chicks aren't worth it. They remember shit, and in the end it only fucks you over when you don't want anything to do with them afterwards.

But I did happen to find someone, and she was more than drunk. We ended up walking to a bedroom and even though it was dark as hell, we managed to get each other out of our clothes while our lips were attacking each other, and everything was happening too fast afterwards.

This is the way I handle my issues, and this is the way I've been doing it for years.

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The next day was the worst.

I had a massive hangover and it was terrible.

Why the hell did I drink?

I never drink.

I struggled with everything that morning, from trying to get my clothes on to actually driving to school. I'm surprised I didn't wreck from the lack of thinking I was doing at the moment.

By the time I got to school, I knew I looked like shit. Everyone was looking at me, and even my friends asked what was wrong. Of course, I told them I got drunk last night, but I decided to leave out the part about getting laid because I didn't feel like talking so much.

"You didn't let us know if you could hang out this weekend." Momo reminded me as we stood at my locker.

Damn, I forgot.