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Nobody's Perfect
Chapter One
"You know what, that's just great, Luce. I ask you to take the check to the bank, and this is what you do!"
"I told you! There was a robbery at the bank, did you want me to go in while some guy held up the building? I could've gotten killed if I'd gone in there last night!"
His hand came upon her cheek, leaving a red mark across her delicate skin. She staggered back, her jaw dropping greatly.
"You're drunk!" Lucy screamed, holding her hand to the spot where she'd been hit. "You told me you wouldn't drink anymore! You told me you wouldn't hurt me anymore… what's wrong with you?" Her voice dropped as she reached for the car keys and ran out the door.
"No, Luce! Lucy! Come back! I'm sorry. I'm not drunk! I …" The door slammed in his face.
Lucy Camden never knew that the man of her dreams, Mr. Brave Policeman, would ever have this problem. A year ago, he'd started drinking and hitting Lucy for pointless reasons that most couples would calmly speak about. And now he'd started again, after being sober for two months and promising her he would stay sober. She wanted a divorce.
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The street was dark and cold. To him, it was a spinning street, the passing street lights colorful and flashy. The occasional passerby seemed disfigured and green or pink to him, but maybe that was just the effects of the pills. The pills that took away the pain from that night.
He remembered that night. The tangle of blood and flesh interwined around his crushed car, a white-hot flash of death. Not only was his car crushed, but the boy. So calmly on his bicycle had his ride started, he not knowing he would be dead my midnight.
But the pain was gone when Simon popped the pills into his mouth. Gone when he snorted the white, powdery dust. Gone when he smoked the greenish joint, gone when he injected the colorful juice into his arm. Gone was the pain when he did all the things his religious family had so much taught him to never do.
Now he was becoming broke, his money he'd "borrowed" from the church's fund so quickly evaporated from his wallet. He knew what would happen if he couldn't get more drugs. He'd fall into a deep depression, pain and agony would rip through his body. So drastic measures he'd confined to. Not stealing from his father's business, but stealing from someone else's. Last night, he had successfully robbed a bank. He never thought he'd do such a thing, but there the bag of money was, laying next to him as he hallucinated on the lonely street. What a good trip he was having.
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Next chapter will hold the problems of the rest of the Camdens, so read it! Coming probably in the next week or sooner, Chapter two of the Camdens' Reality.