Another part from the planned novel...
When Charlie drinks, he drinks. He was drinking again. And he wasn't alone, which made the situation about 200% more potentially dangerous than it was about 3 minutes ago. With Charlie were Jack and Buzz "Da Hustler". I hated them. I hated them like nothing I've ever hated before.
Well...maybe not Charlie. Just a little. He was after all family, just not by blood. But I was at the point where I couldn't ask for a better stepbrother. I just didn't really like being around him when he was drinking. And playing poker with The Scum Of The Universe. Where were the Men In Black when you needed them?
There was a loud shout, mostly male, of defeat. Janice had just beaten the shit out of them at their nth round of poker. Brilliant.
"Sorry, boys," Janice said gleefully, collecting her well-earned money, "Next time maybe." She had a mile-wide smile on her face, and she was happier than I'd ever seen her. She quickly pocketed her money and took a huge swig of her drink before standing to come to me.
My chest tightened. I couldn't breathe. My vision was blurring, and my head was spinning. But it wasn't anything figurative. It was REAL. It was really happening. My heart felt like something really was gripping it like a fucking vice.
I coughed, and coughed hard. My knees buckled under me, and I fell. There was smoke everywhere...in my chest and in front of my eyes. I was gasping for air that wasn't coming. I could vaguely hear Charlie and Janice, but I couldn't tell where they were. I felt like I was dying right there on the spot.
There was a gentle hand on my back, and then I was being helped up. "Water!" I heard Janice shriek, "She needs water, somebody get her some water!" There was a stomping of feet. Someone had gone to get me some water, just as Janice had said.
"Baby? Are you okay?" Janice was asking, "Are you alright? Kelly, Kelly for fuck's sake, answer me!"
I wasn't okay. I knew what this was. As my vision cleared, I glanced at Charlie. He understood. He knew. We all did. All of us, except for Janice.
I couldn't tell Janice that I was sick. It was never something that bothered me on an everyday basis anyway. It was something that just acted up when it wanted to, like when I'd had too much of a smoke, or too much to drink. I found no reason to bundle her with it. This was my battle, not hers. She didn't need to be involved in this.
"She just needs to sleep a while," Charlie answered for me. Carefully, he carried me and brought me to my room. "She just needs to nap this off, she'll be fine when she wakes up," he reassured Janice, "But she has to be alone."
Janice looked over at me from where Charlie was standing in front of her with a worried look. The worry was painful. I didn't like seeing her worried. It by no means diminished her raw beauty, but it was still pretty painful.
"I'll be fine, Jan," I said, "I'll be okay. Charlie's right. I just need to sleep." Jan gave me a concerned, not-at-all-convinced smile as she walked over to me and kissed my forehead. "I'll be here when you wake up," she said, and I gave her as grateful a smile as I could muster. Then she and Charlie were gone.
The room was quiet and dark, more than I'd ever known it to be. Something had changed in it, I just couldn't tell what. Or maybe I knew, but my mind was just too tired and sick to register it. And on that note of curiosity, I fell asleep.
The ideas are just flowing. It's been coming to me since yesterday, it's so cool. My first official full-length non-fanfic novel. I really will start writing it, I'm going to find the time to start writing it.
But first I have to iron out the plot and stuff...
Luv, Peace and Imaginary Peanut Butter,
~Marciana
Well...maybe not Charlie. Just a little. He was after all family, just not by blood. But I was at the point where I couldn't ask for a better stepbrother. I just didn't really like being around him when he was drinking. And playing poker with The Scum Of The Universe. Where were the Men In Black when you needed them?
There was a loud shout, mostly male, of defeat. Janice had just beaten the shit out of them at their nth round of poker. Brilliant.
"Sorry, boys," Janice said gleefully, collecting her well-earned money, "Next time maybe." She had a mile-wide smile on her face, and she was happier than I'd ever seen her. She quickly pocketed her money and took a huge swig of her drink before standing to come to me.
My chest tightened. I couldn't breathe. My vision was blurring, and my head was spinning. But it wasn't anything figurative. It was REAL. It was really happening. My heart felt like something really was gripping it like a fucking vice.
I coughed, and coughed hard. My knees buckled under me, and I fell. There was smoke everywhere...in my chest and in front of my eyes. I was gasping for air that wasn't coming. I could vaguely hear Charlie and Janice, but I couldn't tell where they were. I felt like I was dying right there on the spot.
There was a gentle hand on my back, and then I was being helped up. "Water!" I heard Janice shriek, "She needs water, somebody get her some water!" There was a stomping of feet. Someone had gone to get me some water, just as Janice had said.
"Baby? Are you okay?" Janice was asking, "Are you alright? Kelly, Kelly for fuck's sake, answer me!"
I wasn't okay. I knew what this was. As my vision cleared, I glanced at Charlie. He understood. He knew. We all did. All of us, except for Janice.
I couldn't tell Janice that I was sick. It was never something that bothered me on an everyday basis anyway. It was something that just acted up when it wanted to, like when I'd had too much of a smoke, or too much to drink. I found no reason to bundle her with it. This was my battle, not hers. She didn't need to be involved in this.
"She just needs to sleep a while," Charlie answered for me. Carefully, he carried me and brought me to my room. "She just needs to nap this off, she'll be fine when she wakes up," he reassured Janice, "But she has to be alone."
Janice looked over at me from where Charlie was standing in front of her with a worried look. The worry was painful. I didn't like seeing her worried. It by no means diminished her raw beauty, but it was still pretty painful.
"I'll be fine, Jan," I said, "I'll be okay. Charlie's right. I just need to sleep." Jan gave me a concerned, not-at-all-convinced smile as she walked over to me and kissed my forehead. "I'll be here when you wake up," she said, and I gave her as grateful a smile as I could muster. Then she and Charlie were gone.
The room was quiet and dark, more than I'd ever known it to be. Something had changed in it, I just couldn't tell what. Or maybe I knew, but my mind was just too tired and sick to register it. And on that note of curiosity, I fell asleep.
The ideas are just flowing. It's been coming to me since yesterday, it's so cool. My first official full-length non-fanfic novel. I really will start writing it, I'm going to find the time to start writing it.
But first I have to iron out the plot and stuff...
Luv, Peace and Imaginary Peanut Butter,
~Marciana