Jolie to the kitchen.
With the two girls in the kitchen, now talking to the other guys, Clint approached his betrothed. “You ain’t be acting like yourself. The meth bad or something?”
“I don’t know.”
“You either know or you don’t.”
“I’m just not in the mood, Clint.”
“Not in the fuckin’ mood?” Clint replied, trying to keep his voice down. “The fuck is wrong with you?”
“I don’t fucking know, alright?”
“Whatever. I ain’t gonna wait up for you to get in the mood. Have fun by yourself, bitch.”
Ali waved sarcastically. “Alright, y’all have fun.”
Shrugging his shoulders and giving an uncaring smirk, Clint joined his friends. If they were alone, he likely would have grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and been rougher, possibly even laying a hand on her. But he’d rather go out and drunk and high with his friends than spend another moment dealing with his glum fiancé. Ali was fine with that. The quicker everyone left, the better.
Turning around to at least say bye to Jolie, she noticed Tasha flirting with Clint, who had a case of beer in his arms. Tasha made sure she looked at Ali before they all went out the door, hooping and hollering and ready for a drunken trip down dirt roads.
All that remained was Ali, red dirt music, whiskey and more meth if she so wanted it. She sighed out loud. Somehow, she had pissed Tasha off. All she did was answer questions truthfully and speak her honest opinions about Scar. Now, Tasha had every intention of fucking Clint. Maybe she was getting back at Scar as well, or so she thought. Clint wasn’t going to say no either. He didn’t have a drop of loyalty in his body. Ali had been cheated on multiple times by him. She also did it once to get back at him, but all that got her was an ass beating. No matter how many times he was unfaithful, she was saddened, yet always came back to him. This time, however, she just didn’t care.
Being alone was all she wanted right now. Normally, she would be happy as a clam to drive down the dirt roads, drinking beers and throwing them out the window and breathing in the humid night air. Maybe she would still go outside and look up at the stars tonight, but it would be in seclusion. Squinting her eyes and scratching at her eyebrow, her father once again bullied his way into her brain. It’s his damn fault I am acting so fucking weird! She had lost complete control over her thoughts. All that was playing in her head were today’s events with Owen, when he called her an addict and stated how Austin was growing up knowing this fact. Her father had found a way to continuously irritate her, even though he wasn’t even around.
Fuck that asshole. Stupid fucking…urgh! Even her own thoughts were rattled. She grabbed her trusty shot glass, but instead of filling it, she threw it across the room. It made a loud thud and left a little dent in the side of the drywall. She was disappointed to not hear it break, but the glass was too sturdy. Now all she could think about was her son. Maybe there was a reason why he wanted to go to his grandpa’s house all of the time. She was beginning to feel inadequate as a mother, so much so that she was feeling anxious. Her chest started pounding and she started biting the inside of her cheek. Austin hadn’t wanted to do anything with her. It was always ‘grandpa this and grandpa that.’ What’s so fucking good about him? He’s a terrible parent. He ruined my life with all his stupid whores that came through our house. Fuck him. Why does Austin like him and not me?
Ali tried to quit thinking about her father, because if she continued, it only led down one road. But it was too late. That road had found its destination. Visions of the past conquered her. Anxiety and painful memories made tears well in her eyes. She could no longer tell if she was just really delirious in her buzz or her memories had become extremely vivid, because she was now on her knees as a young
With the two girls in the kitchen, now talking to the other guys, Clint approached his betrothed. “You ain’t be acting like yourself. The meth bad or something?”
“I don’t know.”
“You either know or you don’t.”
“I’m just not in the mood, Clint.”
“Not in the fuckin’ mood?” Clint replied, trying to keep his voice down. “The fuck is wrong with you?”
“I don’t fucking know, alright?”
“Whatever. I ain’t gonna wait up for you to get in the mood. Have fun by yourself, bitch.”
Ali waved sarcastically. “Alright, y’all have fun.”
Shrugging his shoulders and giving an uncaring smirk, Clint joined his friends. If they were alone, he likely would have grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and been rougher, possibly even laying a hand on her. But he’d rather go out and drunk and high with his friends than spend another moment dealing with his glum fiancé. Ali was fine with that. The quicker everyone left, the better.
Turning around to at least say bye to Jolie, she noticed Tasha flirting with Clint, who had a case of beer in his arms. Tasha made sure she looked at Ali before they all went out the door, hooping and hollering and ready for a drunken trip down dirt roads.
All that remained was Ali, red dirt music, whiskey and more meth if she so wanted it. She sighed out loud. Somehow, she had pissed Tasha off. All she did was answer questions truthfully and speak her honest opinions about Scar. Now, Tasha had every intention of fucking Clint. Maybe she was getting back at Scar as well, or so she thought. Clint wasn’t going to say no either. He didn’t have a drop of loyalty in his body. Ali had been cheated on multiple times by him. She also did it once to get back at him, but all that got her was an ass beating. No matter how many times he was unfaithful, she was saddened, yet always came back to him. This time, however, she just didn’t care.
Being alone was all she wanted right now. Normally, she would be happy as a clam to drive down the dirt roads, drinking beers and throwing them out the window and breathing in the humid night air. Maybe she would still go outside and look up at the stars tonight, but it would be in seclusion. Squinting her eyes and scratching at her eyebrow, her father once again bullied his way into her brain. It’s his damn fault I am acting so fucking weird! She had lost complete control over her thoughts. All that was playing in her head were today’s events with Owen, when he called her an addict and stated how Austin was growing up knowing this fact. Her father had found a way to continuously irritate her, even though he wasn’t even around.
Fuck that asshole. Stupid fucking…urgh! Even her own thoughts were rattled. She grabbed her trusty shot glass, but instead of filling it, she threw it across the room. It made a loud thud and left a little dent in the side of the drywall. She was disappointed to not hear it break, but the glass was too sturdy. Now all she could think about was her son. Maybe there was a reason why he wanted to go to his grandpa’s house all of the time. She was beginning to feel inadequate as a mother, so much so that she was feeling anxious. Her chest started pounding and she started biting the inside of her cheek. Austin hadn’t wanted to do anything with her. It was always ‘grandpa this and grandpa that.’ What’s so fucking good about him? He’s a terrible parent. He ruined my life with all his stupid whores that came through our house. Fuck him. Why does Austin like him and not me?
Ali tried to quit thinking about her father, because if she continued, it only led down one road. But it was too late. That road had found its destination. Visions of the past conquered her. Anxiety and painful memories made tears well in her eyes. She could no longer tell if she was just really delirious in her buzz or her memories had become extremely vivid, because she was now on her knees as a young
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