Stumbling right into a crooked table in the Borscht Bowl Club, he had finished work hours ago, before 'treating' himself to a bit too much red wine.
What a fucking stupid decision. He knew he shouldn't have touched it. After 3 months of being clean. He knew. What were you going to say? That he only had an inkling, but he didn't know.
In fact, he had felt so guilty after having one bottle, knowing you would smell it on his breath, and chewing gum wouldn't disguise it, he just gave up and downed another 2 bottles to drown out the guilt. Resulting in more guilt.
Depression. He was his own court, and it was a wonder he was still awake at all. The room was spinning, and he knew he had to get home.
Why did he do this to himself? He hadn't exactly missed this feeling.
Mr Borscht, owner of the dingy dive, offered to call your boyfriend a taxi, but the shame-ridden man declined. He was almost 30. He could deal with himself. Couldn't he?
Dragging his flipflopped feet through grimey puddles, splashing god knows what up his pants, he eventually clambered his way along the street on the sodden streets.
Back at home, it was nearing 6:15pm. Checking your watch, you began to get irate. Spitting curses under your breath, a last minute dusting didn't help your mood, or Trucy's.
"Wright... That man... When I get ahold of him I'll-"
The girls huge eyes staring up at you caught your attention all too quickly. "Do something" You ended your sentence, tempestuously. She looked on the brink of tears. Trucy didn't even have to say anything. He was letting her down on possibly the biggest event of the week. Pacing around, your footsteps were giving the wooden floor quite a battering. Swiftly going into your breast pocket and pulling out a mobile phone, each digit pressed was more aggressive than the last. The suspension was killing your little girl as it rang through. Suddenly, there was an ounce of hope when you began yelling down the phone.
Nobody was on the receiving end though.
A bang on the door knocked the pair of you off your feet.
The Principal had arrived, and Phoenix was nowhere to be seen.