Post by pariah on Jul 18, 2011 2:10:39 GMT -5
"7 AM. Time for breakfast," he said as he poured himself into his easy chair.
He opened a cooler that was sitting next to his chair and removed the half empty bottle of bourbon that he had left there from the night before. He poured himself a glass and placed the bottle back in the cooler.
He took one of several pills from a crystal candy dish that he kept on a table beside his chair. He slipped it between his lips and swallowed it with a healthy gulp from his glass.
"If I sit here long enough," he paused to swallow another pill. "I'll get to the point where I'll be too fucked up to feel a God Damned thing."
He took a moment to aim a remote control at the stereo across the room and pressed a button. The room was engulfed by the sound of Freddie King's haunting guitar intro on Tore Down.
He popped a cigarette into his mouth and lighted it up while he bopped his head furiously in time with the music. "Now that's good shit!" he said exhaling. "If I were half as good. f**k me. Wouldn't that be something!"
A peaceful euphoric feeling washed over him as the combination of the music, cigarette smoke, percocets and bourbon filled him up.
Suddenly he started singing along with the song. "I love you in the mornin'. And in the evenin' too. But ev'rytime you leave me. I get mad with you."
He stabbed his cigarette into the ashtray and flung his empty glass across the room to smash against the far wall.
"Hear that?" he screamed. "Do you?"
Angela stared up at him from where she lay prone on the couch. Pleading with him in her heart to let her go.
He wrapped a massive hand around her throat and stared into her eyes. "Do you have any idea what you've done to me?" he spat in her face. "Do you?"
He removed his hand from her throat and ripped the duct tape from her mouth.
"No more." she whispered. "Please. Mister. Don;t hurt me anymore. Please!"
He stormed from the room and returned a moment later with a gun.
"You used to love me!" he said waving the gun at her. "How do you like me now?"
Angela started crying. Pleading with her eyes that he'd let her go.
The gun shot was deafening.
He opened a cooler that was sitting next to his chair and removed the half empty bottle of bourbon that he had left there from the night before. He poured himself a glass and placed the bottle back in the cooler.
He took one of several pills from a crystal candy dish that he kept on a table beside his chair. He slipped it between his lips and swallowed it with a healthy gulp from his glass.
"If I sit here long enough," he paused to swallow another pill. "I'll get to the point where I'll be too fucked up to feel a God Damned thing."
He took a moment to aim a remote control at the stereo across the room and pressed a button. The room was engulfed by the sound of Freddie King's haunting guitar intro on Tore Down.
He popped a cigarette into his mouth and lighted it up while he bopped his head furiously in time with the music. "Now that's good shit!" he said exhaling. "If I were half as good. f**k me. Wouldn't that be something!"
A peaceful euphoric feeling washed over him as the combination of the music, cigarette smoke, percocets and bourbon filled him up.
Suddenly he started singing along with the song. "I love you in the mornin'. And in the evenin' too. But ev'rytime you leave me. I get mad with you."
He stabbed his cigarette into the ashtray and flung his empty glass across the room to smash against the far wall.
"Hear that?" he screamed. "Do you?"
Angela stared up at him from where she lay prone on the couch. Pleading with him in her heart to let her go.
He wrapped a massive hand around her throat and stared into her eyes. "Do you have any idea what you've done to me?" he spat in her face. "Do you?"
He removed his hand from her throat and ripped the duct tape from her mouth.
"No more." she whispered. "Please. Mister. Don;t hurt me anymore. Please!"
He stormed from the room and returned a moment later with a gun.
"You used to love me!" he said waving the gun at her. "How do you like me now?"
Angela started crying. Pleading with her eyes that he'd let her go.
The gun shot was deafening.