What's So Good About Picking Up The Pieces? (Discontinued)

Tonight is the night that i'm being dragged to the part by Mike, my first party as well.


I opened the front door, expecting to be greeted by my sister, but when the door swung open with a creak, in the hall stood my mother.

With A Man.

"Ahh! Tony! Finally, You're home!"

My mother exclaimed, a huge smile plastered on her lips.

I eyed the stranger nervously and gazed at my mother, before answering with a simple nod.

"I see you've noticed that there is a man here." No shit. "This is Danny. I met him while on business and we really hit it off."

"Mmhhm."

"Come on Tony, don't be like that."

I started to walk towards the stairs. I heard my mom sigh, but i kept on walking.

"Dinners at 6." I could hear the dissapointment in her voice, but ignored it and walked up the stairs, and into my room to get ready.

Maybe some alcohol would be nice.


I pulled out a black button up and some dark blue skinny jeans, with rips in the knees, and hastily got changed, willing for the phone to ring so I could get out of this house.

When Mike finally rang it was 5:35 and he told me he was sitting in my drive.

Currently I'm sitting in Mikes, Well Victors, car, as Mikes is in the shop cause he smashed the headlight up on the way home from school. I have no idea how, however.

"What's wrong, Tone-bone?" Mike pried, he ad been asking me what was wrong since i got in the car, and i would simply shrug and mutter a small 'Nothing.'

"Okay. Well if you're not going to tell me, then we'll just have to get you drunk."

Being drunk has never seemed very appealing to me, but tonight, it would be a nice break.


Mike pulled up in the driveway of a huge house, I can't remember whose party it is, and you can hear the music from outside. I believe a song called 'Ghosts of the attic' by Her Bright Skies was playing.

Atleast they have good music..

Mike Got out of the car and I quickly followed, and he grabbed my wrist, dragging me in the door, where a strong stench of alcohol an weed hit me.

"Let's get wasted." Mike grinned.

I gave a timid nod and Mike began to weave between the crowds, and I quickly lost him.

"Mike!" I tried to call his name, but it got lost in the sound of the music.

I was slightly panicked, but managed to hold it together, and walked over to the drink stand, where there was many different types of alcohol, I was handed a cup of whiskey, by the smell of it, and quickly downed it

It burnt going down my throat, not like a painful burn, an enjoyable one.


After a few drinks, I was what i guess you call tipsy.

I had somehow made my way upstairs, and was trying to find an empty room, so i could sit and hopefully soothe my pounding head a little.

There was a door which was slightly ajar just down the hall but i thought I'd try the others, as there was most likely someone in there.

Unfortunately for me, None of the rooms were empty and i approached the ajar door slowly, not hearing anything inside, i took a step forward, only to be shoved forward by a drunk, stumbling stranger, meaning i flew into the door, knocking it right open and landing on the floor with a small thud.

When I became slightly less disorientated, I tried to stand, only for the room to spin and to fall back down again, catching a glimpse of two people on the bed.

"O-Oh, R-r-right There!" I had heard that voice before. I screwed my eyes shut and pursed my lips, hoping not to see who i thought it'd be when i turned around.

I spun around quickly, to be greeted by a sight that made my heart drop.

Mike was being pinned down on the bed, Bottom half naked, shirt barely on, and i think you can guess what he was doing with the man above him..

Tears stung my eyes and i stumbled out the room, and down the stairs, falling in the process, but managing to drag myself back up by the railing and I all but ran out of the door, only to remember that i didn't drive here and I would rather be anywhere else than home.

"Shit."

I cursed, and began walking.

My shirt was sticking to my skin with sweat from being in a crowded room, and tears were freely flying down my face.

How could he do that to me?


I Clasped my hand over my mouth as i let out a sob.




The last thing i remember was collapsing on a park bench and then the world turned to black.

Notes

Im sorry if you don't like it! cx But on the bright side I'm back in sunny Scotland. Note the sarcasm. Which means the update will be back to normal(Ish)

I apologise about not updating yesterday, but i was helping my best friend move and was out until 10pm, and with not sleeping in a few days, I was shatered, sorry.

I Had more alcohol than anyone my age should consume. I had 3-4 shots each night. Blame my grandparents. Not that they weren't nice, but.. well yeah.

Nom, Peach Snaps.

Have a nice day and I hope you liked this chap! cx

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-Alisha (BrothersInCrime)