Well what do you know I posted another really quickly. Also truth be told I am running thin on ideas. If you have any ideas then please tell me what they are in your review. I hope you enjoy the latest installment of the story.

Two years after the accident.

Brittany's POV.

Alvin didn't go to college anymore, he stuck with the company and became a full time employee. It was a good thing as we didn't have any financial problems anymore like we used to.

I was reflecting on better times as my mind jumped to the present. I used to want children; however since Alvin's continued removal from me I have had second thoughts about it. I don't want to bring a child into this world and have him or her suffer with me trying to deal with his or her father. I can further strengthen my case with the recent occurrence that he has so willingly put me into he is driving me crazy!

Just a week ago, he was getting paid over time driving the company van in neighborhoods at night looking for water wasters. However this night he was being a 'tough guy' and decided it was smart to get WASTED while driving the company truck…..the dumb ass! He gets the freaking thing stuck in the mud; low and behold a neighbor comes out to see if he needs assistance. He panicked as he knew he was drunk, he guns the engine and throws rocks and some other stuff at her.

He got away…or so he thought….the next day, he is called into the head bosses office and is asked about what happened that night. So what does the jack ass do? He LIES! He told them that he didn't do it. So he under went an investigation and later confessed that he had panicked, he left out the fact that he was drunk, and did it. It was then they told him to pack his stuff and leave.

I was so upset about what happened I wanted to punch him in his nose, the only thing I managed to do was go to my room and cry. That's the only thing I am capable of it would seem. I feel like a loser who married a deadbeat who no longer loves me…..he chooses 'her' over me…..what is it that she has that I don't? Is it because 'she' packs a punch and makes him forget his pain for a little while? Is it because 'she' looks better than me? Or is it because once he's done with 'her' he just throws 'her' away? I guess its because he loves his vodka more than me.

This makes sense to….I am part of the problem and he doesn't seek me for the solution. Instead he buries his problems and wastes our money on his precious alcohol. Damn it! I hate him so much!

Eight months later.

Simon's POV.

"Congratulations Professor Simon Seville, you have invented a machine that removes their dependency of a chemical substance. What was your inspiration?"

"My inspiration was my older brother Alvin…he…..turned to alcohol after a tragic accident. He….began to get worse and worse so I decided to make something that removed the craving/dependence of that substance." I said in a not so confident voice.

"Simon!" Yelled a voice that seemed to come from the crowd, a voice I knew. Suddenly someone was shaking me violently and yelling "SIMON WAKE UP!" With that I snapped out of my dream and my eyes flew open.

"What's the matter Brittany? I said as soon as I saw her face.

"I NEED YOU! It's….Alvin." her voice croaked his name. My mind raced through thousands of different scenarios and it sent a cold shiver down my spine as one stuck in my head. I was terrified of it, I saw Alvin…dead…..he had been drunk….and he killed five others. A set of triplet brothers and two of their girl friends, it was gruesome.

Brittany saw my worried and shocked expression and I noticed hers as well. "It's not what you are thinking…well it's not as bad anyways….." She said trailing off.

"Well then what is it?" I asked squinting at her as I hadn't put my glasses on yet.

"Alvin got…..busted by the cops…I need you to go with me. The officer called me on Alvin's phone. It would seem Alvin's drunk and wasn't going to our house. He's so blitzed that he didn't even know how to get home. We are going to pick up Alvin's truck and I need another driver…one who knows how to drive a manual transmission. That person is you." She stated slowly.

"It's three in the morning, Sometimes I wonder if Alvin has a brain anymore. I will go with you let me get my stuff." I said as I threw the covers off. Once she left the room I felt a huge wave a stress slam on top of me like a baby grand piano. I haven't driven a manual but a handful of times and I never drove it on the highway. It was really freaking me out as I was put in a very stressful spot.

I tossed off my sleeping clothes and slipped into a yellow shirt and blue jean shorts, I then shoved my wallet and cell phone into my pockets. I quickly grabbed my keys and hung the lanyard holding them around my neck as I grabbed my shoes and hustled out of my room flying by the living room and slamming the front door behind me, jumping into Brittany's car.

"What's to become of Alvin?" I asked trying unsuccessfully to hide my fear and worry.

"I….I don't know…..I don't really care at this point anymore." She responded close to tears.

"I understand…the worst that could happen is he gets a DUI(Driving Under the Influence) and he loses his new job from Time Warner Cable." I said trying to make her feel better…I think I made it worse.

"That's all?" Brittany said her voice cracking.

"I'm sorry Britt I wasn't thinking." I said mentally slapping myself for being so heartless. "I didn't mean for it to come out that way. Can you ever forgive me?"

"Of course Simon; at least you aren't afraid to tell it to me straight. I need you to be there and help keep me strong." She said her voice picking up a bit.

"Great, just what I need….more stress." I thought to myself. "Its not bad enough that I don't have a clue what I want to do with my life, I now have to go and rescue my stupid older brother AND help Brittany by being her source of strength….no pressure I just have the whole damn world pushing on me and I am struggling as it is already."

"Well you know me Brittany, I am always here for you if and when you need me. I am glad that you trust me like this." I said lying through my teeth, but it was such a perfect and normal lie that she was none the wiser.

"I wish I didn't have to go through this. He is putting us through so much these past few years. How on earth did I deserve to be put through this?" She asked her voice quavering.

"It's not your fault Alvin made a series of bad decisions that have put your family in jeopardy. He's just being Alvin, doing what he thinks is best for him and his problems blocking everyone else out." I say in a gentle soothing voice.

"It's just not fair." She said simply.

"Life's not fair Britt." I say simply as well.

Once we arrived at the scene, Brittany pulled in front of Alvin's truck. She turned off her engine and slowly opened the door She grabbed her purse and began heading over to the officer to see what was going to happen.

As for me, I stayed in the car; I didn't feel like dealing with Alvin. Hell if I had my way I would throw his ass over the interstate and end both my problems and Brittany's in one shot. However…..I would wind up going to jail for manslaughter. So that's why I didn't and couldn't.

I leaned my head against the headrest and closed my eyes hoping that this was just a bad dream…..maybe I had had a dream within a dream and I was still asleep. I opened my eyes and pinched myself, and sure enough I was awake. I just couldn't believe this was really happening to me. My blood was simmering with anger towards Alvin! How could one man do so much damage in such a short period of time? I mean it has been less than three years and yet he has caused so much emotional damage that I was unsure if I could ever respect him again. At this point and stage in his life I had no respect and no trust.

Before he used to exaggerate about things, but now, was a compulsive liar. He never told the truth, he usually says he'll stop drinking and that lasts about two weeks before he goes on a one week binge of drinking.

Just then my thoughts were interrupted when Brittany came back with some news on what was going to go down with Alvin. "The officer said that he's going to release Alvin to me and write him two moving violations and you will drive his truck home." She said seeming a little relieved.

I got out of the car and made my way to Alvin's truck. I opened the door and plopped down into the seat and sank about three inches or more. "Damn I forgot that this seat has no support on the bottom." I said under my breath. I adjusted the mirrors to accommodate my height.

I looked around for a second and saw Alvin's bottle of booze behind the passenger seat. I pulled it up and saw it was half full. I felt sick to my stomach as I looked at the poisonous bottle. I got out of the car and walked over to Brittany who was walking away from the officer.

"Please take this!" I said groaning and holding out the bottle of booze.

"Ok, I am sorry that I had to trouble you like this." She said taking the bottle and walking over to her car where Alvin was sitting in the passenger seat.

I got back into the truck and started it. The engine purred loudly as the mighty v6 idled. I pressed the clutch to the floor with my left foot and moved the shifter into first gear. I then popped the emergency brake, I took my foot off the brake pedal and stepped on the gas pedal and slowly easing off the clutch. The truck jerked and rocked as I popped the clutch as the engine grabbed the transmission.

Once I got the truck moving I was good. I repeated the steps(excluding popping the ebrake) and moved through the gears. We got ourselves turned around and drove back home. There were a few stoplights where I killed the engine by popping the clutch.

The entire time I was driving I was really tense as my whole body strained to keep my mind focused on driving the truck without killing it. By the time I got it home I felt worn out and I was breathing hard, my heart was pounding and I had to wind down as I was really shaking.

I got out of the car to find a profoundly happy Brittany who was relieved that I was able to drive it home. She knew that I wasn't very experienced driving a manual and that this was the first time that I had driven it by myself.

"Thank you so much Si." She said hugging me.

"It wasn't that bad, I thought it was going to be worse." I said truthfully.

"Well thank you for giving up some of your sleep to help me." She said turning to go into the house.

I followed after her, making a mental note that this was an event I would soon not forget and would have the extreme displeasure of repeating. They were under different circumstances…..and didn't involve the cops…..most of the time. If I would have known what I know now, I wouldn't have felt so relieved when I went back to sleep.