A while later Alyssa walked in and sat by AJ. AJ had drank both the bottles and shoved them under the couch. Alyssa sat by him. “I thought you were gonna stop drinking,” she said, disappointed in him. She was speaking about the night before. She had no idea what he just drank.
“Ah waz,” AJ replied, “but u wen out there and waz dancein wit’ nuther guy.”
“It was my cousin, my mother wanted me to take him out,” Alyssa explained.
“Don’t [expletive]en’ lie ta me bitch,” AJ growled. He stood up, got the bottle he didn’t finish from under the couch, and put it to his mouth.
“AJ, what do you think you’re doing?!” Alyssa yelled. AJ looked at her.
“Drrrinkin’.”
“No you’re not,” ALyssa said, and grabbed the bottle away from him.
“WHAT THE [big long expletive]!!!” AJ exclaimed, and pushed her down on the couch.
“AJ!”
“Dun talk!” AJ yelled, and went to punch Alyssa, but she rolled over and he hit the couch. Alyssa got up and ran, but AJ grabbed her arm and slung her against the wall. She slid down, holding her arm in pain. AJ threw the bottle at her head, but it crashed right above her head, spilling whiskey all over her.
“AJ!” she screamed again, this time hysterically crying. AJ went off cursing at her, then pulled her up
“Stand the [expletive] up, you [expletive]en slut mutha-[expletive]er son-of-a-[expletive]en bitch,” AJ said, saying everything super slurred. Alyssa backed up, and AJ cornered her.
“Don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, God don’t let him hurt me,” Alyssa repeated over and over, when suddenly Brian burst into the room.
“What the hell is going-” Brian started to say, but saw Alyssa and AJ. “Good Lord God, make him stop,” Brian said more quietly and ran over to them.
“AAAAAJJJJJ!!!!!” he yelled at the top of his lungs, making AJ fall backwards trying to look at him. Howie heard Brian yell and rushed to the room to see what happened.
“What’s going on?!” Howie demanded. Alyssa was sitting in the corner, a hysterical mix of crying and praying, and Brian was holding back AJ. Brian turned around, practically having AJ in a head lock.
“Go help Alyssa NOW, bring her to a doctor,” Brian said, and Howie helped her up and out of the house. Brian pushed AJ into the table. “What the hell is the matter with you?!” Brian yelled. AJ flew over the table and flipped onto the floor accidentally, and couldnt get back up. Brian left, extremely pissed.
AJ was sitting on the front stoop of Alyssa’s house, his head in his hands. It was late at night but he had just woke up, not knowing why he was on Alyssa’s kitchen floor. He heard a car door slam and he picked up his head. Brian walked towards him.
“We need to talk. NOW,” Brian said to AJ. AJ looked the other way.
“I don’t feel like talking,” AJ mumbled.
“AJ...you need help.”
“I DON’T need to HEAR this,” AJ growled, and stepped inside, with Brian close behind.
“Yes you do, AJ! You just don’t WANT to hear it!” Brian yelled, following him all the way to the kitchen. He grabbed AJ and turned him around. “Listen to me, AJ,” Brian started to say. AJ wouldn’t look at him.
“Leave me alone,” he whispered. Brian had him by the shoulders.
“I can’t leave you alone. You’re hurting yourself and others.”
“I don’t need some [expletive]ing speech, God damn it!” AJ yelled, and broke away from Brian’s grasp.
“Where are you going?! Huh?!” Brian asked. “You gonna run away? Drink, get drunk, kill someone or yourself?!” He was almost in tears. AJ eyed him.
“You couldn’t care less about what I do.”
“That’s not true! I’m here talking to you right now because I love you! I don’t want you hurting yourself anymore.”
“FINE. I’m fine, okay? I just drank a little last night, it was no big deal.” Brian was so shocked, he just stood there looking at AJ.
“AJ...what did you do this morning?” he finally asked.
“I was sleeping since last night.”
“AJ!! What the [expletive]!! You downed two bottles of whiskey and went after Alyssa!” Brian exclaimed. It was AJ’s turn to be surprised. He didn’t know he had drank anything, nevermind even thought of doing anything remotely bad to Alyssa.
“Is...she...okay?” AJ stuttered, scared.
“She’s at Howie’s house, he took her to the emergency room. She had a dislocated shoulder and a couple of bruises, nothing really serious.”
“Oh my God,” AJ whispered. He took the toaster and slammed it on the floor. “I might as well die now, since I’m a worthless piece of shit,” AJ yelled, and grabbed a beer out of the refrigerater.
“AJ!!” Brian screamed as AJ started drinking it down.
“Leave me alone!”
“And you say you don’t need help! Look at you!” Brian ran after him and grabbed the can. They struggled, spilling beer on the floor. Brian wrapped his arms around AJ from behind and held him back from doing anything. AJ resisted at first, but gave up and just sat there, crying. Brian was in tears too.
“AJ, look at me.” AJ looked up and wiped his eyes. “Tell me you know you need help.”
“I do...” AJ said, and started crying again. Brian sighed in relief. AJ suddenly said, “Brian, can you help me?” Brian thought about it.
“Yes, actually, I can.” Brian handed AJ the cordless phone and the number he and Howie found a few days before. AJ took the paper. Alcoholics Anonymous. He snickered a little, but saw Brian and called anyway. As he was talking to the assistant, he knew his life would never be the same, but it would be better than it had been the past few months. He promised himself never to play these games again.
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