Scott...Mature

"Babe!" Scott, my boyfriend of six mounths screamed my name.

His brown hair was messy, his clothes creased and as he walked forwards he stumbled... Drunk... again. He pulled me into a tight hug and kissed me. Eww the smell of beer radiated from him and his mouth. I pulled away and looked at his eyes... blood shot.

"Your drunk again" I half teased.

"Damn right" he said trying to look serious.

"Dont you think you need to give it rest, you've been drunk every night this week!"

"Dont start Emily, I dont need you on my case."

"Scott you need someone on it and you need to give it a rest, you have work tomorrow!"

He was starting to piss me off. He'd been drinking a lot more recently and I always had to clean up after him, who did he think I was? His mother? Suddenly his fist came down hard on the table.

"You cant tell me what to do! Im going out drinking and I dont no when I'll be home!" With that he turned drunkenly around and headed for the door.

"Well you're cleaning up your own sick!" I shouted after him just before the door slammed and shuck in its frame.

He was not a nice drunk at all. First he was verbally abusive... and then there was the first time he hit me... The next morning when he woke up with a banging headache and then demanded to know who'd given me a black eye because he was going to go and kill them, the shock on his face when I told him, he'd done it. He begged me to forgive him and of corse I did. Afterall he didnt have control of himself. He had hit me a few other times, often drunk and I forgave him but when I told him repeatedly that the drinking had to stop he would just fly into a mad rage and storm out the house.

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