There’s always something sad about a man sitting alone drowning his feelings in alcohol, and you can always point out who was there for that very purpose. They walk in without saying a word, wave down the bar man ordering the same thing each time, one drink after another until a drunk smile fills their lips. It’s then you see the other side of them, they dance around with the other punters, either overly happy or in most cases, get off their face to such a degree that they pass out on the floor in a drunken mess. Adam fit that category down to the last drop of alcohol, but the one difference which sets him apart from that list, when he’s had too much to drink, instead of being happy and jolly, he’s filled with nothing but anger, hated and rage. The first person which he believed looks at him funny, they see the dark side of Mr Adam and very quickly have to pick themselves up off the floor. This resulting in Adam being barred from two of his own local bars and soon to be a third. Yes,
I slowly begin to stir out of my sleep, I didn’t know how long I had been asleep for, but I can say one thing, it felt nice to get some rest. Opening up my eyes, I clock the black sky outside telling me I had been asleep all day, I can’t believe I wasted the day sleeping! Yes, I am aware of how much I spoke about sleeping in that one section. Before I had time to get up and move, a knock on my bedroom door sounds and in walks Vito, smiling over at me once he saw that I was awake. As he walked through the doorway, I spot he was in a completely different suit than what he was wearing this morning and a brown box which looked as though as it would hold food in his hands. “Vito?” I ask a little confused if my mind was still half asleep, I know he was so kind to me this morning helping me clean the house and well, even coming to visit me at all, but I didn’t think he’d return now. “It is great to see that you were able to get some rest, sorry I hadn’t visited earlier, I was caught up wi
After taking a couple of seconds to compose myself, I take a deep breath in walking closer to the front door shouting to the people on the other side that I was coming. I didn’t quite notice how Vito had taken a step to the side to not be in eyeshot of the door, but at the time, I was more worried on what was about to happen. I know I had never done anything illegal in all of my life, I’m sure to do everything the society rule book that we have tells me too, so the police turning up out of the blue was definitely, not something normal. Opening up the broken door, I soon find two police officers standing in the darkness of the sky, both looking over at me for a moment as though they were attempting to work me out. “How can I help you?” I ask leaning up against the door hoping to break the awkward silence, I knew they were looking over all the many cuts and bruises which littered my face. “Good evening, Miss, sorry for disturbing you so late but is this the residence of Mr Adam Hart?
I sat by my father's side for around an hour after; I had hoped the anaesthesia would wear off and he’d open his eyes and see after all that happened, he was going to be okay, and I was here for him. But the longer that I waited by his side watching him, the more I feared he would never. It’s an odd feeling to look at someone you see each day and in some odd way, you take for granted laying in a hospital bed, without any signs of life apart from their chest moving and a machine indicating when his heart would pump. I know throughout the years our relationship had been rocky, but he was still my father, and I knew deep down, behind all of the hurt feelings and the alcohol, he loved me. I wish I could have seen in the future and realised what was about to happen, I would have hugged him one last time, if he would have allowed me in that state. Vito stood the other side of my father with his arms crossed, I knew this was probably the last place that he wanted to be and in reality, I fe
His eyes begin to flutter open as like a butterfly's wings as he takes a look around, I know in his mind he hadn’t a clue where he was or why he was here, which is why I had to ensure he knew that I was with him. “Dad, can you hear me?” I ask standing up and moving so I was in his eyeshot, his eyes soon dart to me where a series of grunts begin to leave his lips before his eyes move down to his mouth in a panicked sort of state. With terror in his eyes, he begins to lift his hands to his mouth to pull them apart, his fingers going into his lips as though he was attempting to prey them open. My eyes go wide as I rush over and take his hands in mine, fighting with them with all my might before he inflicted even more damage to himself. “Dad calm down, your jaw has been wired shut due to the bones shattering, you won’t be able to open your mouth for a couple of weeks!” I exclaim still holding down his hands, I knew he was probably petrified when he went to speak but couldn’t. “You wer
After the nurse came and examined my father, she gave him some medicine to calm him down to ensure he didn’t inflict anymore pain to his injures. I was so happy that Vito had stayed by my father's side whilst I went to get help, a little slower than I would have hoped but I’m still injured myself and couldn’t find the nurses station in the dark hospital. After my father had fallen to sleep, Vito smiled telling me we should head home where it hurt to leave my father, but I knew we both needed a rest, Vito had been awake all day with me and even went to work whilst I slept. He didn’t need to help me but refused to leave my side, for that I am so thankful. The sun had started to rise as I walked through my front door followed by Vito, who closed it behind us but let out a yawn in the process. “Thank you, Vito, not only for taking me to see my father in the hospital, but calming him down when he was like that, if you didn’t, I know he would have probably hurt himself further.” I smile
The next week whisked by so fast after my father was in hospital, I spent my mornings at the hospital with him as he gained more strength but also, sat through the withdrawals of alcohol. Due to him heavily drinking every single day, his body had become somewhat reliant on alcohol, even though it was killing him at the same time. He would sit in his hospital bed and even though he can’t really speak, only mumble a few words which at time didn’t make that much sense, I knew he was begging for me to bring him some alcohol but that was something I definitely, was not going to do. Now that his jaw had been wired shut and he can only eat and drink liquid food, he isn’t able to go down to the bar and have a drink, his body can finally, get a break. But due to this, he had begun to shake uncomfortably and sweat buckets, all of the doctors and nurses telling me that was completely normal, no matter how awful it was to see him in that state. After staying with my father all day, Vito meets m
The next morning, as like my body knew what I had to do today, woke me up around 4am. As I rub my eyes a little and check the time, I find Vito sleeping peacefully next to me, the blanket only covering his below parts whilst his arm wrapped around my chest. Memories of the hot and heavy night that we shared last night soon fill my head where a deep red fills my face, it was definitely, a night to remember and one I knew would eventually, transpire at some point with Vito. Looking over at his face as he slept, I took all of his many features in as my finger delicately ran along his jawline, he was so incredibly good looking, one of the best men I have ever seen! It still blows my mind how he’d want to spend his time with someone such as me, I mean he could get any girl that he wanted without much effort, I will be honest, I did fear he was only after one thing from me, the thing we had done last night. I had to tell myself that if that does happen and I don’t see him again, it was ni