What a long and confusing day. Emma had hurt her knee and Ashley and Stacy had gotten into a fight. I thought Vanessa was lying to us when she said she wasn't doing anything but I did not want to accuse her of lying. I had greater things on my mind. I needed it to get me through the rest of the day and I need it now. I was at the dock with Zoey, Mark, Vanessa and Austin. I got up and pulled a shirt on, and shock my wet hair.
"Okay I got to go you guys, I have chores and junk that I need to deal with." I said grabbing my towel and socks and shoes.
"Oh come on, Rayan!" Zoey said giving me her puppy dog pout, "Can't you stay just a little longer?"
"No, sorry, I should get it done now if I'm going to go to your place for the movie." And with that I turned and walked away. I got to my car and hopped in. I dug threw the glove box and under the seat but I didn't find what I was looking for, only empty bottles and scrapes of paper.
I drove home quicker then usual, I was in a hurry to get my escape. I got home and ran up the steps to my front door, almost falling on the hard cement. I burst through the front door so abruptly that my dad came to see what was going on.
"Everything okay, son?" He asked with a screw driver in his hand and dry wall dust all over him. He was working on the kitchen renovations.
"Yeah, I'm fine, it's all good, nothing to worry about." I said it really fast and uneasily which made my dad a little unsure but he, reluctantly, went back to the kitchen.
I went upstairs and went to the last door at the right end of the hall. I opened the door and entered my messy, stinky room. My room smelled of vodka, left over pizza and axe, body spray. Awesome. I went to my closet and found the familiar stash of bottles that i kept under my hockey bag. I pulled out a bottle of vodka and chugged it back within seconds. I pulled another one out and drank this one a little slower. I put on some stupid re-run on t.v. and continued to drink.