Thursday, 1 May 2008
06:52:21 PM (GMT)
Mac just sat infront of the TV and felt guilty.
Elizabeth ran upstairs, needing something, anything, to get the image out of her
head. She entered her father's den and saw the mini fridge. The alcohol... She
walked to it and opened it, pulling out a fresh, cold bottle of Bud Light.
Mac got up and went to go use the Lou, and on the way passed her uncle's den... and
saw Elizabeth holding alchohol.
"LIZ!! PUT THAT DOWN, RIGHT NOW!"
Elizabeth gasped and turned to the door. There was Mac. "I....I mean....." she
stuttered. Tears formed at her eyes.
Mac rolled her eyes. "Why would you even want to get drunk? YOUR UNDERAGED AND
ALWAYS TALK ABOUT HOW PEOPLE WHO DRINK ARE IDIOTS!! Your the idiot." As soon as
Mac said that, she was STUNNED.
Elizabeth's tears rolled down her face. She set the drink on the mini fridge and
closed it's door. Then she snapped back to Mac. "I saw the dream again, ok? Just a
second ago, I did! I'm SORRY that I don't know how to make it go away!" She ran
out the door, shoving Mac out of the way, and ran down the marble stairs towards the
Mac fell backwards on the ground... she got into a sitting position and yelled down
the stairs, "AND THAT MAKES IT RIGHT TO GET DRUNK?!"
Elizabeth stopped a few feet from the door. She knew it was wrong to think about
drinking beer, but that's what her father did when something happened that he
couldn't get rid of. It worked for her dad, didn't it? "Sorry..." she
whispered and went out the door.
To Be Continued...
Last edited: 1 May 2008