Fuck.
That's all that's running through your head as you go home, struting the walk of shame as street lights flicker. You don't bother getting a cab, just walk across town in your bare feet.
You pass a bar. While tempting, you don't.
However, you stop in the convience store, buying a couple pack of cigarettes, vegetables, bread, and lunch meat. You need to stop living off of Chinese food.
You should also get a job, get a car. Sighing, you check out and walk back home.
A couple doors away from your own, you hear a couple moan loudly, and it almost makes you sick to your stomach. The bags fall out of your arm and you snatch the pack, stepping out on the balcony in the cold as the warm orange embers lighten up the sky, smoking puffing our you mouth and nose. A lonely dog whines in sadness.
"I know how you feel," You mutter, inhaling. "I feel you." The cigarette comes to a numb and you crush the remaining piece under your heel, closing the door and flopping down on the sofa.
You don't sleep here. You and Roxy were here just a couple of hours ago. And you don't dare go back into the bedroom.
The floor will have to do.
Using your folded hands as a pillow, you stare up at the ceiling. You feel empty inside.
A thought crosses your mind, but you grumble and shake your head, whisking it away as you roll over, cramming your eyes shut as you fall asleep.
I wonder what Roxy's doing.
The bottle falls out of her hand, as it makes it way up to the side of her face, pulling back her hair as she hurls, lying her head against the side of the toilet bowl. Jaspers pawed her side playfully, but she swatted him away.
"It's mommy's alone time, Jasp." She sobs out. "M-Mommy's time," She repeats, as the tears drip into the soiled bowl of golden vomit.
