AUTHORS NOTE: I really like Nip/Tuck, and this is the first time im writing a story for it. I'd really appreciate it if you could give me feedback on this story. Thanks.
XxxxX-Chapter 1-XxxxX
His eyes burned from the bright lights of the bar. They were dim when he had walked in earlier, but that had been hours ago, not to mention the music that pulsated off of the walls wasn't quite as loud and obnoxious as it was now. He could no longer make out the words in the music, they were drowned out in the bass, making it sound like it was almost under water.
His vision blurred slightly as he threw back another shot and set the glass cup down with a satisfying and familiar 'clink' onto the wooden bar counter.
His adoptive father brought the beer bottle away from his lips and set it down gently onto the arm-rest of the living-room recliner. The stink of alcohol ran through out the living room of 13-year-old Christian Troy's fostor home. "Come here Mr. Troy," his adoptive father said as he slurred his words. He held up his right hand holding a twenty-dollar bill between his index and middle finger.
13-year-old Christian Troy stood in between the doorway of the kitchen and the living-room, half afraid to approach his fostor father and half wanting to take the twenty-dollar bill from him only knowing what it would mean to take it.
"Come here boy."
He had had to much to drink, there was no way they were going to let him drive home alone. Unless he could get out of there before anyone paid any notice. He stood up quickly, too quickly, throwing himself off balance slightly and ended up almost falling over right there. How smooth, he thought to himself as he brushed himself off uneasily and steadied himself again before he began to walk to the door and out into the parking lot.
He walked 5 feet, leaving 3 feet in between him and his fostor father, before he stopped and held out his hand for it. As much as he wanted the money, he did not want to go through the process of working for it.
His fostor father reeked of alcohol, he pulled back his hand slightly. "Uh-uh-uh, you have to work for your money Mr. Troy. You have to do your job." His fostor father stood up uneasily from the recliner, towering over Christian, and at that moment, he seemed to block out the sun enirely.
The cool night air outside of the bar hit Christian like a slap in the face. When he had walked into the bar earlier, it had been slightly warmer, but since summer was far gone and Autumn was near its end, it had begun to get chillier at night heading into the winter season. Christian hated the cold, but not as much as he hated himself right now.
McNamara/Troy had almost completely collapsed because of his choice of actions between him and his best friend's wife, it now stood together by just a thread and his relationship between him and Seanisstrained, there he could understand completely. Matt barely talked to him ever since hefound out , and Julia was less than happy to admit her mistake even though her and Sean were now seperated.
He fumbled through his pockets trying to find his keys to his car.He found his keys and yanked them out of his pocket, feeling frustrated for no reason,andimmediatly dropped them onto the black, black, black asphalt. His keys seemed to disappear into that darkness. "Shit." He said through numb lips. He bent down to look for his keys and his mind immediatly trailed off to Kimber.
That crazy bitch that tried to cut his dick off when he traded her for Bobolit's $250,000 car. It was a fair trade...at least he thought it was at the time...
He opened the door and fell down into the leather seats heavily. Inside the car it was freezing, and he noticed for the first time tonight he could see his breath. Obviously it was colder then he thought it was. He stuck the his keys into the ignition and turned on the car and turned up the heat in order to get the car warmer.
He was tied down to his apartment bed, Kimber Henry sat on top of him in only her underwear, she held a knife in her right hand above the 'X' she had drawn with her red lipstick. She looked like she was ready to burst into tears.
He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. He was already half-way down the road and he hadn't noticed it. He didn't remember pulling out of his parking spot, he didn't remember turning onto the street. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to be driving...? Just maybe...
He was going to have a helluva hangover in the morning, there was no way he could do surgery in the morning, he had to call Sean to tell him his predicament...but Sean would look on him as incompetant, like he was in everything else. He wasn't the brains of McNamara/Troy, he was the saleman, not so much as he was in his youth, but still the saleman of the two.
But he couldn't go into operate if he was horribly hungover either. He shook his head again in order to clear his mind and fished through his left pocket for his cell phone and dialed a familiar number.
The answer machine picked up and it began its familiar introduction. Everything seemed to suddenly slow to a crawl, the over-head street lights glowed in- and -out hypnotically and Christian let his eyes doop slightly.
"God dammit Sean, could your messages get any more boring?" He said aloud, his words were thick.
His hand that held the steering wheelslipped slightly making the car move into the oncoming traffic. He did not have enough time to react to the oncoming car and change directions.
"...and if you have tried my cell phone already, please leave a message and I will get back to you A.S.A.P."
'Beep'
His eyes went widein surprise right beforecollided into it. A sickening crunch shot out through the street as the metal of both cars began to fold into each other giving it the appearance of an accordian being folded together. Glass from Christians windshield flew apart when he was launched from the drivers seat and onto the streets cold asphalt.
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