Walking in, I throw down my keys, my hand reaching up and swinging the cupboard open. Pausing, I stand confused, where did the alcohol go? The cupboard was full. Moving, I search the fridge, but it’s the same, empty of any alcohol.
“Raven.” I turn and face Dave. “You won’t find anything in there.”
“What? Why are you here?”
“I have watched Raven, every night you come back drunk, barely able to walk. It ends now.” I laugh at his words.
“You can’t stop me! I’m doing nothing wrong!” It’s not like I’m an angry drunk or a drunk who throws up down themselves.
“Raven, look at you. Make no wonder why things went bad if this is how you acted. It stops now, I don’t care what I have to do.” He grabs my keys and walks to the door. He thinks things went bad because I drank? He has no f*cking idea.
