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A glass or two doesnt hurt

I didn’t go straight to Vivian’s house when i arrived home, she would suspect something went terribly wrong, and she wouldn't be wrong either. My phone had died entering my house after Mike’s calling to apologize. I slam the door to our house, letting the sound echo in our lonely and cold house.
“When you are always in pain, never be afraid to let it out.”

my mom’s words echos in my mind, and i sink to ground, letting out the rest of my tears fall down my cheeks, letting the pain come back to the cheek Mike dared to hit me today. I touch my cheek and cry harder if it was even humanly possible at this point. He hit me… he actually laid a hand on me. I grab my hair and scream my lungs out getting all the pain that was stored inside me. I feel the ground shake along with my body as i continue to sit and sob. Once i felt like I had nothing else to cry, or to even feel at this rate, i stand up, and numbly go to my room.. our room. I open the door and see that our bed was nicely folded, just like i left it when i left the kids at Momma Vivi’s house earlier today. It’s amazing how fast a person can change by the first bottle of beer or whatever. Oh, doesn’t it sound nice to drink away right now. But i won’t Because i don’t want to end up hurting my children or my husband. Even though i just experienced the worst day of my life, it doesn’t stop me from loving him. I did accept seven years ago that i would love him through thick and thin. But I grab the bottle that was set up high, and got myself a glass of wine. The one that me, my sister and my brother will drink whenever we wanted to have some quality sibling time. The one I ran to when my mother passed away. I serve myself and sit down on the floor. I put on some music and drink away. Letting my feelings drown as the amount of liquid decreased from the bottle.

“When im fucked up that's the real me.. when i’m fucked up that’s the real me, babe.”

That’s the real Mike...

Notes

Okay, i admit it, Im seriously obsessed with the song by The Weeknd called The Hills.
His voice is so ugh, amazing. I would totally get a vape pen or even a blunt and listen to this song, and it makes me put so much more feels into my chapters ..Oh yes. HAHA xD

Anyway.. Comment on this chapter! I love reading comments, cause they motivate me to write even more. Things are going to slow down... maybe, no promises.

Comments

Finally!! They talked, yessss! This was so freaking necessary to have this conversation. I love that they can still laugh and joke admist all of this pain, despite everything they really do love each other

piercingirisash piercingirisash
1/23/16

CRAP! now I wish she was pregnant. I completely forgot about her mom having cancer. Oh this is bad...
She can't die! ....right?
I swear if he doesn't respond to her I will beat him with his drum sticks.
I'm so paranoid right now

piercingirisash piercingirisash
1/19/16

Wow.. okay Mike. Well I do agree he needs rehab but he should've had this discussion with her. He's only getting worse, so he desperately needs help.
And lovely. I can't wait for this big storm. Oh you're really trying to kill me
Wait don't tell me she's pregnant again..crap

piercingirisash piercingirisash
1/18/16

What the literal hell is going on? COREY! oh hell no! Go away..go far far far away

Good we needed his pov, thank you
And still wtf Mike! Vic is me.

He's destroying what he loves...I'll leave now