❝ and he drank away his nightmares, pain, and sorrow away.❞
CH. 01 Glass Bottle
November (pay attention to the months)
I wrapped my lips around the cold glass bottle that always makes me forget everything and at the same time feeling nothing. As I took in the scene that was happening right in front of my eyes. The police roughly grabbed my dad's and cuffed him. All the time his beady eyes followed my every single move. And all the words he said to me hit me like a punch in the gut.
You are worthless.
You are a drunk ass kid
You are not loved
You are the reason your mom died
You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You.
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I lifted my beer bottle and raised it to my dad and smirked back at him as I brought it once again to my lips, the cops either didn't care that I was drinking or they were just ignoring this taking pity of me. Of all the awful things that my dad did to me.
They roughly shoved him inside the police car, and I felt of a twinge of satisfaction now he just needs a million more hits and we might be even then.
After they seemed to have settled things over with my dad a young women came walking towards me and all I could think at that moment was. . . she had a nice body. I smirked at her as I gulped the last drink inside the glass bottle and set it aside.
"Zachary Goode, I'm Fanny Black I work for Child Protection . . . "
I saw as her thin lips moved up. . . down . . . up down. . . yet I didn't here a word she said soon my gaze left her lips and traveled down her body as I took in the tight black shirt and oh those pants. It was better to concentrate on her physice that her words of trying to get me to open up.
And to not feel alone.
To late. Way to late for that.
I felt someone touch the back of my back,"Kid, here eyes are up-"
I didn't let them finish their sentences before I was up and let my fist go, to make contact to their jaw. And finally it seemed that the police offers couldn't ignore my any longer as some started to hastily make their way to me.
"Wow, kid," said one of the officer as he put a hand on my shoulder on instinct I flinched and pulled away, (I didn't punch this officer though) he seemed to notice and gave me a forced smile.
"That kid got you good didn't he, Mike?" He asked to the officer I punched who was nursing a bloody nose.
"Yeah," he mumbled, "Bloody to good."
Some officer helped up Mike and handed him a tissue I pretty sure if I was just another kid I would be in the back of their car next to my dad, but I guess under the circumstance I guess they're willing to let this one time slide.
"Look here kid - "
"It's Zachary Goode. Not kid." I said as I sat back down and stared at the house the became my daily torment.
I needed another drink from that glass bottle.
Call me delsional, but I wasn't think as I headed back towards the place I lived for all my life and headed towards the kitchen.
I rummaged through the fridge as I looked for it, and I knew that some officer were watching my every move but I didn't take notice - or at lest pretend not to. I saw one last beer that was hiding between the rotten tomatoes and expired milk.
Greedy bastard.
Hid the last beer good, but not good enough. With pride that I got the last drink, and opened it with my teeth a skill I learned. I turned and faced the cops I smirked at the women that I was checking out and tipped the drink to her as I took a long sip and as I looked beneath my eyelashes I saw their shocked expressions making me smirk even more.
"That's it." I heard a police officer grumbled and before I could even put down the glass bottle it was knocked out of my mouth making the contents spill all over me.
"What the hell?" I yelled as I pulled my wet T-shirt away from my body.
"Listen here kid, I know you have a rough time, but now isn't the time to start giving us some attitude you have taken custody of Joe Solomon since you have no relatives -"
At this I snort, "You mean I have no relatives that want me."
He ignored my comment and kept on talking, "Even though he is not a relative he is an old friend of your dad he is willing to take you in for the year in hopes of changing your ways and -"
"Wow calm yourself for a minute did you just say that he will be taking me in for a WHOLE year? The hell? I'm turning 18 in 3 months!" I once again yell. An as if I didn't make my point I slammed my fist down on my table forgetting about that glass bottle.
"Listen here, Goode, and listen good you are still 17 and I don't want to here any excuses about you not wanting to go. IT. IS. NOT. AN. OPTION." he said and with each word he screamed at me little of his spit would hit my face.
I opened my mouth then closed. . . opened it again and closed once again. I was left speechless. This wasn't like me Zachary Goode was a guy that knew how to have fun at party and could get you the best beer at a cheep price.
I sigh with defeat I choose what battles to fight I know this one is a lost cause.
"So where does this Joe Solomon live at?" I asked as I walked out of my house that stop being my home the moment my mom died.
And I couldn't be any happier at the moment that I'll never see that house again with that forgotten glass bottle.
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So usually a chapter will start with a small qoute (which come up with.) and if it say's he/him/his/boy then you'll know that this chapter will be Zach's POV if the chapter starts with her/she then it's in Cammie's POV