Aftermath
A/N okay last chapter of Miss Fantastic! Sorry it has been a while since the last chapter, but I have exams so I have to revise :-( I'd much rather be writing but studying has to be done. Stay tuned please for the prequel, which I will write soon, I promise. Thank you all for reading and reviewing! It's so great to have your support! :-)
Charles manoeuvres his wheelchair with difficultly around the dark kitchen, drunkenly reaching for the next bottle. He leans forward slightly, and his long hair falls over his eyes, brushing against the stubble on his chin.
He sighs when he sees the cabinet is empty. He looks around him, searching for a full bottle. But all he sees is empty ones.
Except, over there, one. He makes a motion towards it, but the wheelchair doesn't move. Charles squints through the darkness. There. Right in front of him, a slightly purple force field.
He laughs to himself. He really must be drunk. The only person who cared about him that could do that is gone. He's imagining things, like he always is.
Every now and then, he feels like someone is watching him. He feels like that, or he would, if he wasn't completely intoxicated.
He hears a smash. On the floor, dark liquid pooling on the floor, is the bottle. Charles swears to himself.
No more drink tonight. He'll send Hank out in the morning. He'll clear up the mess in the morning. He'll do everything tomorrow. Or the day after.
A/N sorry... This was really short... But I promise it won't be long until I start putting up other stuff, so yay. Thanks again everyone!