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Chapter 2
Riley sank down in his chair. It was now the night after. He sulked around all day at work. He looked like hell, but he didn't care. So, he just sat there flipping through channels with a blank stare on his face. Then he saw it. A picture of him and Christy on the wall. He got up and took it down. Then he took all of the letters and cards she wrote and put them in the fire. He watched as all her precious words went up in smoke. Riley went to the kitchen and pulled out his only bottle of whiskey and started drinking.
Two hours later Ben walked in.
"Riley you here?" he asked.
"Yeah," Riley slurred.
"Hey I got some movies," Ben stated, "I figured it would help get your mind off of everything."
Ben went over to the T.V.
"Your bossy," Riley stated.
"What?" Ben asked turning around.
"Your bossy. And short," Riley smirked.
That was when Ben noticed the empty whiskey bottle.
"Are you drunk?" Ben asked surprised.
"Yeah so," Riley shrugged.
Ben picked Riley up.
"Come on Riley. You need to go to bed," Ben stated.
"Yeah whatever," Riley slurred.
Ben helped Riley over to his bed and laid him down. He took off Riley's shoes and threw them to the side.
"Oh Riley why did you do this to yourself?" Ben asked.
"She left me Ben," Riley slurred, "she left me."
With that Riley passed out. Ben slept on the couch that night.
The next morning, Riley was sitting on the bathroom floor because he just got done puking his guts out. Ben walked around the corner and saw him sitting against the wall.
"Morning Sleeping Beauty," Ben chimed, "enjoying your hangover?"
Riley groaned in response.
"You know there is a cure for hangovers. It's a big greasy cheese-burger served up in a dirty ash-tray," Ben made known.
"Oh I hate you," Riley groaned as he got sick again.
Ben just smiled.
"Hey Riley I have to go. You gonna be okay here?" Ben asked.
"Yes," Riley groaned.
"Okay and next time, call before you reach for the whiskey," Ben commented.
"Very funny Ben," Riley groaned.
After Ben left, Riley got a shower and called in sick for work. After he downed 5 cups of non-caffeinated coffee, he got up enough courage and called Christy's house. No answer. He grabbed his keys and drove to her house. Her car was in the drive way but there was no answer at the door. When Riley go back to his apartment, he saw the picture he took down the other night. He picked it up and started crying again. He fell down upon his knees.
"Please God please take away her memory from me! Please take it away! Please take away the pain!" he yelled tears streaming down his face.