Истории Alocohol

As her hand shook holding the tall glass of coke, cheap whiskey and ice, she looked at the male before her chair. Her cinnamon brown eyes were glassy and her ombre black and red lips were smeared from how many drinks she has consumed in a meer house since she got to her house, she could count half a bottle. He blinked slowly, taking in the woman before him. Her once long brown hair was shoulder length and a vibrant teal, her usual bare nails bore black gel nails. She was wearing his old grey jacket and it hung off her thin frame in a saddening way. When their eyes locked, the past ten years finally hit both of them like a bus going buck twenty down a freeway and hit a brick way. "Hi."

It's 1985 and Beatrice Brown is the designated driver for her friends at a Halloween Party. That bitch Lindsey Sanders might want to take Chrissy's cheer crown but that isn't the only heat going on. Betty stumbles across a very drunk Steve Harrington as she leaves the party. It seems the night might not be so bad after all...

All she ever wanted was a normal life, with normal parents, and normal siblings. After years without big brother harry, she finds herself taking care of the house. But what happens when she gets caught up with a certain Irish lad?

TRIGGER WARNING: This is an auto biography based set of prose. Please note, there are mentions of domestic violence, rape, drug/ alcohol abuse and otherwise potentially triggering materials. DO NOT READ if you are soft of heart or easily offended. You have been warned.