AN: This story is based on Imagine Dragons song 'Demons'. If you've never heard of Imagine Dragons – shame in you – and no, they're not a stoner band, no matter how much it sounds like they were hallucinating when they chose their band name. The story is still set in the sixties however, and no song from this era shall feature in the story itself; authenticity is something I strive for in my stories.
Also I haven't reached a decision about the rating of this fan fiction although its probably going to be high due to, obviously language, and violence.
Prologue
Brown eyes, the colour of fine whiskey, and just as warm, haunted his memories, his dreams and his every waking hour. Maybe that was why he drank a lot; he shook his head and took another swig from his bottle of Budweiser.
'Hey Timmy', his little sister Angela Approached him, dark brown curly hair, much like his own, pulled into a high ponytail, dressed in high waisted yellow skirt that flared out a bit and ended just above her knees and a loose fitting white singlet. He recognised it as something he had bought her a while ago, maybe for her birthday. 'Can I borrow some money so I can go shopping? I need some things and we need more food; the milks gone sour and the breads gone a bit mouldy'. She looked at him with pleading eyes that slowly turned relieved when she saw him pull his wallet out of his pocket. He handed her a fifty and she took the money and walked back to her room. She left the house under his gaze with her purse and her denim jacket, handed down from Curly, over her shirt.
Tim was enjoying his cigarette when his mother's partner, Jack stumbled in, reeking of alcohol, cigarettes, sweat and sex. He had been cheating on Joycie again, his clothes were all misbuttoned and back to front, with hickeys and lipstick on his neck. He seen Tim and started to approach him aggressively babbling unintelligently. Tim picked up his leather jacket and car keys and walked out the door after pushing the drunken idiot into a wall and out of his way. He hoped Angela didn't get home too early although he had a feeling she would.
He drove around town for a while, thinking, mainly trying not to think about the brown eyes that haunted him, and probably would for the rest of his life. In the end he decided to drive to the lake, to their spot, where they had spent so many days and shared so many happy memories.
Tim sat in his car and looked at the Lake. It was still too cold to go swimming, although the spring days did get really hot, promising a hard summer. He pulled a beer out of his six pack that he'd bought from Buck on his way out. And let his mind wander back to the day that he that had changed his life.