By this point I was in tears surrounded by at least 5 empty beer bottles, possibly more. First she goes off with some douche and then she has a kid with him!? I am so angry! How could she do this to me? In a fit of drunken rage I threw a bottle at the wall furthest away from me, smashing it. I picked myself up off of the floor and down the two sets of wooden steps and onto the main floor. I tumbled into the kitchen and opened a drawer filled with 5 packs of cigarettes and 10 lighters.

Stumbling back into the living room I took a photo of me and her out of the frame, and in my drunken state of mind I had no idea what I was doing. I lit it on fire. I quickly walked back into the kitchen and threw it in the sink. I watched it burn, slowly but surely. Tears were streaming down my face as I remembered that It was one of the few pictures of us we had. I tried to stop the flame but it only seemed to be getting worse since I was drunk, trying to blow it out seemed like the best idea.

My phone ringing took me out of my haze as I walked back into the living room to answer the call. "Hello?" I answered, my voice slightly slurred.

"Mr. Kirkland?" a voice asked on the other line.

"Who is this?" and when they didn't answer I started to get annoyed, "I'm hanging up—"

"No! Wait! It's Elizabeth, from the day care."

"Oh no," I looked at the clock, I was 30 minutes late. "I'm sorry I'll come right away."

"Mr. Kirkland are you sure? I can bring Alfred to your house; we have your address on file."

"Can you? Oh that'd be great, fantastic even. Thank you." I sighed in relief, I didn't want another DUI.

"Oh it's not a problem sir; I'll be there in 15 minutes, give or take."

I woke up on the couch at around noon, "Ugh, god, what time is it?" I thought aloud. I had a headache and Alfred was crying which made it even worse. Trudging up the stairs and into his room I changed his diaper. "I bet you're hungry huh?" I set him down on his feet to which he immediately started running as fast as he could without tripping. In the kitchen I fixed him a cup of apple juice and started making breakfast.

Once breakfast was done I packed Alfred a bag and walked out to the car, him in tow. I buckled him in his car seat and myself in the front seat. I didn't have to work today and I felt somewhat bad for leaving him at the daycare when we were supposed to be together today. I tried to remain emotionless on the outside while on the inside I was dying.

I dropped him off oat the day care and buckled my seatbelt once more. I opened the glove box and took out the address I had written down.

Francis Bonnefoy

459 Sunny Side Hotel NYC

(***) 459-43**