A Dystopian Utopia

Life

"Here you go," Mikheil said, after a long and silent drive, they finally arrived at Damian's apartment,

"Thanks," Damian said, still furious but not wanting to take it out on his best friend. Walking towards his apartment, he began to put the pieces together, Leslie not wanting him to go to work and their worried faces and whispers when he brought up work.

"Did they know about this?" Damian asked himself while walking up the stairs,

"Breath," Damian said, trying to calm down before open his apartment's door ahead of him,

"They probably didn't know" he continued, trying to justify them not telling him about his job while opening the door slowly. Leslie and Tomás were normally at work at this time, but something seemed different. Damian could hear some muffled sounds coming from one of the rooms.

"Great, someone broke in, today keeps getting better and, better," Damian thought sarcastically, grabbing the nearest thing that could've been used as a weapon, but the only thing he could find was a small vase. Walking slowly towards his room, the noises got louder, it felt like Damian's heart was going to jump out of his body as it beat even faster with every step. With the built-up rage and fear, Damian swung the door open to see the one thing he never thought was possible. The thought had never crossed his mind no matter how obvious it was. There in front of him was a shocked Tomás in bed with his wife. They were both naked but hurriedly covered themselves with sheets while muttering apologizes which were all muffled out to Damian, who stood there in awe, dropping the vase that would've been used to hit the non-existent burglar.

"It's not what it looks like," Tomás said with a shaky voice, quickly buttoning up his shorts, while Leslie laid there with a tear in her eye,

"How...how long has this been going on," Damian said, all the rage and anger had settled down and all that was left was a mixed-up emotion that he couldn't even process; his hands twitched with anger while his eyes teared up with disappointment, sadness, and defeat.

"I promise, it isn't what it..."

"HOW LONG!" Damian shouted,

"For about...three weeks," Tomás replied, looking at the floor in shame

"Out," Damian said, now, his mind was clouded with thoughts but nothing registered,

"I'm sorry," Leslie said for the first time, standing from the bed to kiss Damian,

"OUT!" Damian shouted, pointing at the door and not wanting to look at their faces. After the two of them rushed out of the apartment. Damian broke down, similar to before he had recovered from drinking, this time, he was alone.

"Hi...Mikheil, can you pick me up?" Damian said, trying his best not to cry again, he had set his mind on what he was going to do, he was going to get drunk, and drink anything that had alcohol in it. That was the only thing he thought would give him peace and nothing or no one was going to stop him,

"Of course, I'm coming now... Is everything okay?" Mikheil replied,

"Not really, see you soon," Damian replied, quickly hanging up the call before he broke down again. After a few minutes of silence and solitude, a text message from Mikheil brought Damian's attention back to earth. The text read: "I'm outside," to which Damian replied, "Coming out now." After cleaning himself a little, Damian walked out, holding back the tears and anger, like a volcano about to erupt,

"Hi, where are we headed?" Mikheil asked, turning down the radio,

"Anywhere with beer," Damian replied,

"Are you sure? you've been sober for a long time," Mikheil asked, to which Damian nodded. After a few minutes of silent driving, Mikheil was the first to break the silence,