Anti-Heroes; The Origin Of Rogue And Painkiller

11.No Such Thing As Drowning Sorrows

Janelle POV

I walk to Khalil's house after school, Mamma P just told me that he wasn't feeling well. I knock on the door and wait, I hear some groaning before the door opens just two inches so his eye can peak through , I frown and look at him.

Me:What's this about? Let me in.

Khalil:You can't come in right now, what's up?

Me:What do you mean I can't come in right now? You got a girl over or something?

Khalil:If I say yes would you leave?

Me:No, because I'm just your best friend let me in Khalil stop playing.

Khalil:What do you want Janelle?

Janelle? Who is that?

Me:You really aren't about to let me in? Wow, bet and to think I went to all your classes to get your work and the updated track meet schedule.

He sighs and he opens the door more to hold his hand out but I push in and look around before looking at him and my breath comes out quicker than intended. His jaw is bruised, upper lip busted and his eyebrow his nose is swollen too, his hand wrapped up he's hunched over too.

Khalil:You never listen do you?

Me:What the hell happened to you, Khalil!

He locks the door and limps to the couch dropping down I stand in front of him and he leans into the back of the couch his face full of annoyance. I sit next to him putting the work on the coffee table, he tilts his head to me and I shake my head and sigh.

Me:Was it Lala? Wasn't it? Khalil I'm so-

Khalil:-Don't worry about it. I handled mines.

Me:Why are you acting like that?

Khalil:What does it matter? You can't do nothing. Leave it alone.

Me:*frowning* Why are being a jerk?

Khalil:Why you pushing up on me? I told you nothing happened. You need to go home Janelle.

I nod and get up walking out closing the door. I walk to a near by liquor store I know Lala runs and when they see me they nod to me as I walk closer.

Man:What can I do for you?

Me:Lemme get six bottles of gin. And that box of Backwoods.

Man:This for Lala? I heard he got out early.

Me:Yeah, we celebrating.

I hold out the money but he shakes his head.

Man:You good sweetheart, tell Lala good to have him back.

Me:No doubt. Good looking.

I walk out the bottles gently clinking in the bags, I walk to Denzel and get all the good weed he has off of him for a little extra before heading to a hotel closer towards downtown. When I walk inside I'm greeted by a woman I ask for a regular room for the night and I'm on my way up. Once I'm inside I put the glasses in the mini fridge before wiping the desk down before rolling as many blunts as I can I get up the bucket for ice in my hand, I make sure it's washed out before getting ice and grabbing bottles and pouring the gin inside until it's threatening to spill over the top, I grab a lighter and light a blunt. I take a sip and then a pull. I cough at the two things burning my throat and lungs. I take a deep breath before taking three large gulps of the gin before taking a deep inhale of smoke.