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Chapter 2: CALL ME WHEN YOU'RE SOBER

Chris dug through his drawer, looking for nice jeans. He couldn't find any and settled on his favorite pair although they were stained and dirty.

"Who gives a crap?" Chris thought.

He put on some socks and laced up his dirty old Chuck Taylor's. They used to be black, but now they were some grotesque shade of dark brown. They were caked in dirt, from playing football with Gordie and some of the guys, and he could've sworn that there was some pink bubblegum on what was left of the bottoms. They were flopping over, the soles were wearing off. Again, Chris didn't care. Why should he? Hey, it was expected of his family. Everyone expected the five Chambers kids to be, well, bad! Frank, Eyeball, Chris, Deborah, and Sheldon would all grow up to be poor, and probably alcoholics, like their father. They would never leave the town, or go to college, or anything. They were well known in Castle Rock, but for all the wrong reasons. Therefore, Chris was expected to look, talk, and act like shit.

"All done, Christopher!" Eyeball sing-songed, barging into Chris's room and putting him in a headlock.

"Eyeball! What the hell?! Get the hell off me!" Chris struggled to fight his older brother, but even with his newly developed strength, it was tough, he was four years older than him. After a bit of roughhousing, Eyeball gave in and let Chris go.

"Pussy," Eyeball muttered, shoving Chris and leaving the room.

Chris straightened out his clothes and headed to the bathroom, alas. He hurried into the bathroom, quickly slamming and locking the door before anyone else could go in. Quickly, he washed his face. Slapping the cold water against his face felt nice, but the soap made it sting. After all, he did have a scratch or two from one of his father's often "mean streaks". He checked out the damage of his eye in the dirty mirror. The mirror was disgusting; it had fingerprints all over it, from his little siblings. It had stains of god-knows-what all over it. Through the clouded, gross, mirror, he examined his eye, which was a new and exotic shade of purplish black.

"Great", Chris thought, "Begin the year with a black eye."

"C'mon, Chrissy, you can put on your lipstick later, you Faggot," Eyeball yelled, pounding on the bathroom door.

"Fucker!" Chris spat as he slammed the bathroom door in his face.

"Christopher! Stop slamming those doors, young man!" His mother screamed from downstairs. "You'll wake up your father!"

"What the hell is going…"

Too late.

Chris's dad emerged from his bedroom in a tank top and boxers. "Christopher?! Richard?! Stop slamming those goddamn doors! Can't a man get his fucking sleep around here? Who the hell did that? I'll kill you! I'm gonna…"

Dad wasn't feeling too well, Chris could tell. He had had a rough night last night. "Drunk off his ass" as Chris had put it.

"It was Chris, Dad!" Eyeball shouted right in Chris's face.

"CHRISTOPHER! Don't you dare move, Boy!"

Chris flipped his middle finger at Eyeball. Eyeball pointed at Chris and laughed and ran, no, FLEW, down the stairs.

Within five minutes, Chris Chambers was seeing stars.