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mature, short story, alcoholism, gxg - "You know . . .," I started up again, breaking the silence between us, "you should've just left me in the rain." "Why?" "Because people like me, they deserve nothing. not kindness, not affection, nor love-" as soon as the words had barely left my mouth I felt a sharp pain from the back of my head, she had ripped my head back by the hair and forced me to face her. She was two inches from my face, and now I knew for sure she could smell the liquor on my breath. "You're a fucking bitch, you really think that if someone like me didn't care for your sorry drunk ass, they wouldn't have come to get you? You've been running for years!" I watched the anger and pain flash in her eyes, her hair was soaked from the rain from earlier, making her look ironically angelic. I didn't respond, the stinging from her grabbing and ripping at the back of my head was making it hard to even think straight-it didn't help that I was soaked from the rain as well. "Do you really think that?" she said through gritted teeth, her demeanor becoming cold and aggressive compared to what it was earlier.
running from here
