What Else?
By SugarHighNutcase
So I watched School of Rock again today, and this idea popped into my head when we were first introduced to Freddy in the movie. I hope you like it. Please leave a review, tell me what you think. The ending could probably be better, so please let me know if you have a suggestion! Enjoy!
You wouldn't come to work hungover unless you were an alcoholic. Dude, you got a disease.
Alcohol has always hated me.
Alcohol ruined my life.
You wouldn't come to work hungover unless you were an alcoholic.
Dad drank a lot. He'd come home and pass out on the couch, wake up the next day and stumble to the nearest bar. It was the same routine, over and over. I never knew my dad. He was always away, or too wasted to notice me. I doubt he even knew my name.
My dad. He couldn't even remember he had a son.
An alcoholic.
One night, he stayed at the bar extra late. He was too far gone to walk home, or even get a bus. No. The idiot had to break into someone's car and drive it home. I don't even know how he managed to steal the keys, being so drunk as he was.
He drove two miles, too fast. Turned a corner and promptly crashed into a pole.
Good-bye, Dad.
You wouldn't come to work hungover unless you were an alcoholic.
Things only went from bad to worse from then on. No thanks to my good friend alcohol.
Dude, you got a disease.
My mom couldn't live without Dad. She started going crazy. You'd think she'd learn from Dad's mistake and stay away from the bars, but no. She went mental, drinking away her problems. She got sick.
Dude, you got a disease.
She'd go into screaming fits, hallucinating about my dad. She'd come in my room at night, and talk to me, thinking I was Dad.
A disease.
One day, I came home from school only to find the house a mess. Everything was ripped and broken, scattered all over the floor. Entering the kitchen, I found broken plates and glasses all over. Mom was standing there, holding a huge frying pan, muttering that this was what he wanted, this was what he told her to do. And who else would he mean, but Dad?
When she saw me, she started screaming. I freaked. I didn't know what was wrong. I had no idea what to do. Just as I stepped toward her, she swung the pan at my head.
I woke up the next morning in the kitchen, blood and glass on the floor, Mom nowhere to be seen. I lied to everyone, pretending everything was okay, because really, what else could I do?
Dude, you got a disease.
I lied to everyone: my friends, my teachers, my neighbors, even myself. I told myself it'd be okay.
It wasn't.
When Dewey came along, everything changed. I realized that it was all wrong, and I couldn't escape it. When Zack and I started becoming best friends, and hanging out more, he got to see the scars. He asked me where I'd gotten them.
So I told him.
It means you're an alcoholic.
Zack promised not to tell. His dad would hurt him often, and his dad didn't even need alcohol to do it. Zack and I stuck together, hiding each other's secrets. We formed a special bond because of it.
Can you believe it? A relationship out of alcohol and abuse.
It means you're an alcoholic.
But hey, what else can we do?
