"Son of a bitch" I mumble to myself taking, another sip of my pain medication. Vodka was completely different when drinking out of sorrow instead of joy. Looking up at the houses I see his house a few blocks away taunting me with what lays inside of it. Stumbling I realize that I'm getting a little tipsy. Not tonight. I need courage. Blissful unconsciousness wasn't what I wanted tonight. When I finally got to the house I looked through every window I could see through. The lights in the bedrooms were on but the living room was where they all were. They were laying against each other unaware of my presence. First there was a child smiling away at what ever they were watching on the tv. Next was a brunet woman looking back at the man behind her with nothing but love in her gaze. Sarah was always so charismatic and manipulative. Lastly was my "friend" Ryan smiling back at her, but that was suddenly interrupted by me. His window was now covered with my remaining vodka with the bottle broken into a million pieces on the ground.

They all started to gather around the window to see who threw the object. Looking down I saw the eggs I just bought. In my left pocket was filled with as many poppers as I could fit. And like always I had my phone in my right pocket and my knife in my back pocket so I'd have quick access to them.

I made sure they saw me before I started throwing the eggs and poppers one at a time so they couldn't ignore me. After ten eggs and twelve poppers Ryan came out to face me with a look of confused anger written all over his face. I stopped my throwing and dropped everything I was holding and looked at him.

"Alex, what the fuck are you doing to my house! What the hell are you even doing here!?!?". "For three years you ignored me and pushed me aside, but please don't break your promise! Please don't leave me!! I need you." I was crying in desperation sick of my loneliness. "We'll always stick together no matter what. That's what he told me", summarized of course but still.
"Alex, go home! You're drunk. I'll call you an Uber home and we'll act like this never happened." Come on!! Even now he's trying to get rid of me! NO! Not this time I've been so alone without him. Ryan was my only friends and I was just so alone I couldn't take it anymore.
"Ryan please just answer two of my questions and I will leave, OK?"
"What", his voice was filled with annoyance while mine was filled with nervous anticipation.
"Why did you break your promise and leave me?" There was so many questions I wanted to ask him but one stood above the rest. While he was thinking I had to choose what the next question would be. Waiting for his answer was nerve racking. It was like God stood in front of me passing judgment.
"Come on. That was in high school. I moved on and you should have to." That wasn't what I wanted to hear. There was one more question I needed an answer.
"We're still friends, right?" That answer would either make or brake me, but I needed an answer.
"No Alex. Alex, you need to move on and leave us alone." Broken is all I felt in my mind and nothing but pain in my heart. Then in a flash my emotions were brushed away and all I saw was red. Before I knew what I was doing I reached in my left pocket and threw as many poppers as I could at him. In my tipsy state the punch I threw next was not well aimed.

That was the start of our fight and it lasted for along time. Ryan was stronger then me and had been training most of his life but I was faster and unpredictable not to mention I practiced when I was younger. But I was drunk and even sober I knew I would loose. When it was all over and done with I had a concussion and a broken nose. Ryan was scuffed up a bit and had a bloody nose as he walked back into his house. Looking through the window I saw his fiancé looking at me with smugness written all over her face. Wwe both knew who had won the fight. She took my friend away from me and she knew it. Laying there for who now's how long I heard sirens and shutting doors. When I blinked I was in a car and then another time. When I got my bearings I was behind bars and then I realized they called the cops on me.

my best friend . . . my only friend . . . how could he.

hehehehe. memories seem to jump around don't they? hehehe

Author's Note

The past always caches up to you don't they?