Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2017 23:46:35 GMT -6
”Can I get ya anything sugar?”
Looking up from his glass of whiskey, Robert sees the middle aged bartendress leaned over the counter, revealing a lot of skin and cleavage and of course, she has a smile on her face. Having been in really deep thought, which he normally is since he is constantly battling his demons, he shakes his head and responds to her in a very deep, gruff voice.
”Nah, I’m good but thank you!”
Slowly bringing up his shot glass in a cheers kind of manner, he immediately looks away from the woman and back down to his glass of whiskey which is almost empty. Staring into the whiskey, it brings back many painful memories but it also numbs the pain as well: definitely a double edged blade.
Ten years ago…
On a cold, rainy night, Robert Forlorn sat in his recliner after a really hard day at work. Enjoying some beers, as he normally did after work, he would NEVER forget that terrible night ten years ago.
Ring…
Ring…
Having dozed off in his recliner while watching some television, Robert heard the phone ringing as he rose from his chair and stumbled into the kitchen to answer it.
”Yeah, what's up?”
With the receiver placed to his ear, he has his free hand placed up against the wall while listening to whoever is on the other end.
”Is this Mr. Robert Forlorn?”
”Yeah, may I ask who this is?”
Narrowing his eyes, definitely dumbfounded by all of this going on, he has a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, very bad.
”This is Detective Hartford, and your wife and son have been in a terrible car accident. Can you come down to the hospital?”
”H… How bad?”
With his hands shaking, tears began to welt up in his eyes.
”Just please, come to the hospital.”
Quickly hanging the phone up, Robert rushes into the living room of his trailer and puts on his work boots. Running towards the door, he swings the door open as the cold air strikes his warm, tender flesh. Closing the door behind him, he runs over to his truck and hops in immediately starting the engine. Pulling out of his driveway like a bad out of hell, he knew that he had to get there in a hurry and that's exactly what he’s trying to do.
Clank…
Snapping out of his catatonic state, the sound of ice rolling around the glass brought him back to reality. Looking up to see the bartendress standing there, Robert’s grip on the glass has tightened, a lot, as he realizes that and loosens it knowing that he has had too much to drink tonight.
”Can I get ya another drink or anything else?”
Slowly rising to his feet, Robert towers over the bar at six feet five inches tall. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out his leather wallet and grabs a wad of cash tossing it down onto the counter while folding his wallet back up and placing it back into his pocket.
”Nah man but thanks. I think I’ve had enough to drink tonight and better head home.”
”Alright, be careful out there!”
Giving a wave of his right hand, he stumbles over to the door and heads outside. Once again in the cold air, he places his hands into his pockets and walks over to his large truck. Placing the keys into the door to unlock it, he opens the door, hops in and then shuts the door behind him.
”I love you daddy!”
Hearing that small little voice in his head, he places his massive hands on the steering wheel, his grip tightening tenfold as his anger rises. Looking down and away, he’s really trying to contain his anger as he knows that it's not going to help anyone.
Slowly peeling his grip off of the steering wheel, he reaches up and rests his head in his large hands. Breathing heavily, he calms down eventually as he starts the engine of his truck and slowly pulls out heading home.
Looking up from his glass of whiskey, Robert sees the middle aged bartendress leaned over the counter, revealing a lot of skin and cleavage and of course, she has a smile on her face. Having been in really deep thought, which he normally is since he is constantly battling his demons, he shakes his head and responds to her in a very deep, gruff voice.
”Nah, I’m good but thank you!”
Slowly bringing up his shot glass in a cheers kind of manner, he immediately looks away from the woman and back down to his glass of whiskey which is almost empty. Staring into the whiskey, it brings back many painful memories but it also numbs the pain as well: definitely a double edged blade.
Ten years ago…
On a cold, rainy night, Robert Forlorn sat in his recliner after a really hard day at work. Enjoying some beers, as he normally did after work, he would NEVER forget that terrible night ten years ago.
Ring…
Ring…
Having dozed off in his recliner while watching some television, Robert heard the phone ringing as he rose from his chair and stumbled into the kitchen to answer it.
”Yeah, what's up?”
With the receiver placed to his ear, he has his free hand placed up against the wall while listening to whoever is on the other end.
”Is this Mr. Robert Forlorn?”
”Yeah, may I ask who this is?”
Narrowing his eyes, definitely dumbfounded by all of this going on, he has a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, very bad.
”This is Detective Hartford, and your wife and son have been in a terrible car accident. Can you come down to the hospital?”
”H… How bad?”
With his hands shaking, tears began to welt up in his eyes.
”Just please, come to the hospital.”
Quickly hanging the phone up, Robert rushes into the living room of his trailer and puts on his work boots. Running towards the door, he swings the door open as the cold air strikes his warm, tender flesh. Closing the door behind him, he runs over to his truck and hops in immediately starting the engine. Pulling out of his driveway like a bad out of hell, he knew that he had to get there in a hurry and that's exactly what he’s trying to do.
Clank…
Snapping out of his catatonic state, the sound of ice rolling around the glass brought him back to reality. Looking up to see the bartendress standing there, Robert’s grip on the glass has tightened, a lot, as he realizes that and loosens it knowing that he has had too much to drink tonight.
”Can I get ya another drink or anything else?”
Slowly rising to his feet, Robert towers over the bar at six feet five inches tall. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out his leather wallet and grabs a wad of cash tossing it down onto the counter while folding his wallet back up and placing it back into his pocket.
”Nah man but thanks. I think I’ve had enough to drink tonight and better head home.”
”Alright, be careful out there!”
Giving a wave of his right hand, he stumbles over to the door and heads outside. Once again in the cold air, he places his hands into his pockets and walks over to his large truck. Placing the keys into the door to unlock it, he opens the door, hops in and then shuts the door behind him.
”I love you daddy!”
Hearing that small little voice in his head, he places his massive hands on the steering wheel, his grip tightening tenfold as his anger rises. Looking down and away, he’s really trying to contain his anger as he knows that it's not going to help anyone.
Slowly peeling his grip off of the steering wheel, he reaches up and rests his head in his large hands. Breathing heavily, he calms down eventually as he starts the engine of his truck and slowly pulls out heading home.