Now Or Never-Chapter 5
Logan had failed horribly. He thought he could keep Valerie from being a drunk, but he couldn't. He just couldn't. She would lash out and become irrational whenever he brought it up.
It had been four long years, and she only got worse. Logan didn't even know who she was anymore. She wasn't the woman he had loved once. Logan knew what he had to do.
"Divvvorth? Whaddaya mean you wanna divvvorth?" She had managed to slur.
"You know what I mean Valerie."
"I looove ya baaaby. No divvvorth. Kith meee."
"No, Valerie. I'm going to ask you one more time to get your belongings and get out."
She seemed to suddenly snap out of her drunken state and into sobriety. "Fine then." As if she were only acting drunk off her a$s.
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"Go Sketchy!! Whoooooo!" Max clapped as she watched her friend balance on his bike on one wheel atop the bar in her favorite club, Crash. So she was only 15, no one could tell. He friends were mostly 17 or 18, but no one really cared about underage drinking after the pulse.
She met Original Cindy, Sketchy, and Herbal about 4 months before now. They were awesome. Cindy was a lesbian who understood the human heart, herbal was a Jamaican Rastafarian, and Sketchy was basically a perv with a one-track mind.
Over the years, Max had managed to stay under raps and hadn't heard anything from Manticore after the pulse. She still lived in fear of the hover drones and suffered horrible flashbacks, not to mention the seizures. She couldn't escape Manticore mentally, but having such goon friends sure did ease the pain of harsh reality.
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Ok, so this was chapter 5, and 6 is not far behind. Please R&R.
Logan had failed horribly. He thought he could keep Valerie from being a drunk, but he couldn't. He just couldn't. She would lash out and become irrational whenever he brought it up.
It had been four long years, and she only got worse. Logan didn't even know who she was anymore. She wasn't the woman he had loved once. Logan knew what he had to do.
"Divvvorth? Whaddaya mean you wanna divvvorth?" She had managed to slur.
"You know what I mean Valerie."
"I looove ya baaaby. No divvvorth. Kith meee."
"No, Valerie. I'm going to ask you one more time to get your belongings and get out."
She seemed to suddenly snap out of her drunken state and into sobriety. "Fine then." As if she were only acting drunk off her a$s.
*********************
"Go Sketchy!! Whoooooo!" Max clapped as she watched her friend balance on his bike on one wheel atop the bar in her favorite club, Crash. So she was only 15, no one could tell. He friends were mostly 17 or 18, but no one really cared about underage drinking after the pulse.
She met Original Cindy, Sketchy, and Herbal about 4 months before now. They were awesome. Cindy was a lesbian who understood the human heart, herbal was a Jamaican Rastafarian, and Sketchy was basically a perv with a one-track mind.
Over the years, Max had managed to stay under raps and hadn't heard anything from Manticore after the pulse. She still lived in fear of the hover drones and suffered horrible flashbacks, not to mention the seizures. She couldn't escape Manticore mentally, but having such goon friends sure did ease the pain of harsh reality.
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Ok, so this was chapter 5, and 6 is not far behind. Please R&R.
