levil666
03-07-2009, 06:02 PM
Alice had always been an interesting woman. She was always there for me, and had a love for getting drunk and partying. That was fine by me, but after our college years, it became problematic. We had been married for about five years on the night of our relationships demise.
I came home from work one night, dog tired, and Alice was sitting up waiting for me. There were a couple of empty wine bottles on the floor beside her, and a knocked over glass. Alice was gripping a bottle by the neck, taking long slow pulls.
"Where the fuck were you?" she spat angrilly.
"I told you I worked late tonight hun." In her youth, Alice was beautiful.
She had long red hair, and the perfect body. Now, after we graduated almost 10 years ago, and after many late nights of partying, her body, and mind for that matter, had gone to shit. What was sitting slouched before me was a wrinkled, egg shaped sack of rage. Although I was a pot head in my hay day, Alice had a love for uppers. Whether it was Adderal, cocaine or meth, if it kept her up through the night to keep drinking, she was down. I was saddened to see the waste that sat before me.
"So, who did you fuck this time? I bet it was that big tittied blonde that answers the phones for you. I"M FUCKING TALKING TO YOU DAMN IT!!!" With each word she spat at me from accross the room, I could get bursts of the cheap wine that clung to them.
Alice had become increasingly jealous as her body, and mind continued to deteriorate from the substance abuse. By this time, her brain was probably looking more like swiss cheese than anything else.
"You know I only care for you hun, I had several projects fall into my..."
"BULSHIT! BULLSHIT, BULSHIT, BULL..."
"Mommy, Daddy, is everything ok?"
It was our six-year-old son Drew. Drew was really the only thing that kept me from running away. He was tall for his age at 4' 11", with sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, and a light hint of freckles on his cherub cheeks. He was used to the screaming from Alice. Many nights had passed where she had woken him up from his sleep. Other nights, I would walk past his bedroom to our office to avoid sleeping next to Alice, and I could hear his sobs. Thinking about it now, I am pretty sure the nights he came down, he just wanted to stop the screaming for my sake.
"Everything is fine son. Mommy and daddy are just talking. Head back to bed, and I'll be up to tuck you in."
"Ok daddy. I love you." Drew said, before turning and heading back to his room.
"I love you too Drew."
"I love you daddy, I love you too Drew, god, I live with a couple of faggots."
"That's enough Alice. I can stand your abuse, but shut your fucking mouth about Drew! I'm going to tuck him in, and then you and I are going to have a talk."
I walked up to Drews room, and tucked him in. As I turned, there was a small whisper from under the sheets
"Daddy, is everything going to be ok?"
"Of course son. Have sweet dreams, and tomorrow we'll hang out, ok?"
"Okay daddy, I love you."
"Love you too son. Get some sleep."
I came down stairs to pour myself some Scotch, and there was Alice, barely able to stand, with her eyes glazed over.
"Are you done tucking in your fag of a son?" She spat through her slurs.
"Give him a break Alice, he's just a kid." I said as I walked passed her, almost choking on the stench of stale alcohol reaking from her pores.
She followed me into the study, yelling drunken jibberish the entire time. I probably shouldn't have blocked her out totally, because after taking that first refreshing sip of scotch, I could feel the cold pierce of metal into my back. One time, two times, three times, until everything faded to black.
I came home from work one night, dog tired, and Alice was sitting up waiting for me. There were a couple of empty wine bottles on the floor beside her, and a knocked over glass. Alice was gripping a bottle by the neck, taking long slow pulls.
"Where the fuck were you?" she spat angrilly.
"I told you I worked late tonight hun." In her youth, Alice was beautiful.
She had long red hair, and the perfect body. Now, after we graduated almost 10 years ago, and after many late nights of partying, her body, and mind for that matter, had gone to shit. What was sitting slouched before me was a wrinkled, egg shaped sack of rage. Although I was a pot head in my hay day, Alice had a love for uppers. Whether it was Adderal, cocaine or meth, if it kept her up through the night to keep drinking, she was down. I was saddened to see the waste that sat before me.
"So, who did you fuck this time? I bet it was that big tittied blonde that answers the phones for you. I"M FUCKING TALKING TO YOU DAMN IT!!!" With each word she spat at me from accross the room, I could get bursts of the cheap wine that clung to them.
Alice had become increasingly jealous as her body, and mind continued to deteriorate from the substance abuse. By this time, her brain was probably looking more like swiss cheese than anything else.
"You know I only care for you hun, I had several projects fall into my..."
"BULSHIT! BULLSHIT, BULSHIT, BULL..."
"Mommy, Daddy, is everything ok?"
It was our six-year-old son Drew. Drew was really the only thing that kept me from running away. He was tall for his age at 4' 11", with sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, and a light hint of freckles on his cherub cheeks. He was used to the screaming from Alice. Many nights had passed where she had woken him up from his sleep. Other nights, I would walk past his bedroom to our office to avoid sleeping next to Alice, and I could hear his sobs. Thinking about it now, I am pretty sure the nights he came down, he just wanted to stop the screaming for my sake.
"Everything is fine son. Mommy and daddy are just talking. Head back to bed, and I'll be up to tuck you in."
"Ok daddy. I love you." Drew said, before turning and heading back to his room.
"I love you too Drew."
"I love you daddy, I love you too Drew, god, I live with a couple of faggots."
"That's enough Alice. I can stand your abuse, but shut your fucking mouth about Drew! I'm going to tuck him in, and then you and I are going to have a talk."
I walked up to Drews room, and tucked him in. As I turned, there was a small whisper from under the sheets
"Daddy, is everything going to be ok?"
"Of course son. Have sweet dreams, and tomorrow we'll hang out, ok?"
"Okay daddy, I love you."
"Love you too son. Get some sleep."
I came down stairs to pour myself some Scotch, and there was Alice, barely able to stand, with her eyes glazed over.
"Are you done tucking in your fag of a son?" She spat through her slurs.
"Give him a break Alice, he's just a kid." I said as I walked passed her, almost choking on the stench of stale alcohol reaking from her pores.
She followed me into the study, yelling drunken jibberish the entire time. I probably shouldn't have blocked her out totally, because after taking that first refreshing sip of scotch, I could feel the cold pierce of metal into my back. One time, two times, three times, until everything faded to black.