Lost Munkey

Lock Me Inside And Throw Away The Key
2004-05-03 03:35:43 (UTC)

the alcoholic boyfriend turns abusive from drinking himself away again

I never thought I'd see James the way I saw him at
Tiffany's house last night. There were about 13 people
there. Started off the night with 3 shots of Parrot Bay,
then continued through the night drinking different beers
I found in her fridge. Sam Adams, some jamaican shit,
whatever, anything to get me drunk enough to lose myself
for the night.

James drank too, as usual. And the scene turned ugly, as
usual. He got very angry. I tried to get him to sleep on
the couch, but he took it the wrong way. He thought I was
saying that I didn't WANT him to sleep next to me, that I
was trying to get rid of him. So he got up and walked out.

This was at 3 in the morning of course, the worst time for
a drunk to be walking around outside after curfew in a
small neighborhood of townhouses. I ran outside barefoot,
scraped my heel pretty bad, still hurts, and dragged him
back inside. We were inside, arguing, yelling, fighting,
it was horrible. Jimmie agreed to talk to him for me so I
went downstairs in the basement.

I heard them yelling, I heard thumping and James yelling
FUCK YOU and stuff like that. All the other girls were in
the basement with me, and Josh and Jimmie were upstairs
trying to talk to James. Then James ran down the stairs
and I stopped him from running out the door. We fought
more, I put my hands on his face to move his hair out of
his eyes so I could see them, he was crying. He clenched
his fists. Everyone thought he was going to hit me...I
thought he was going to do it too. He grabbed my wrists so
tight that it hurt and threw me down on the floor.

I got up and grabbed him again. At that point I didn't
care if he hit me, I just wanted to make sure he was okay.
We argued more, then it moved back upstairs. I finally got
him to agree to stay the whole night instead of leaving
and I agreed to sleep next to him. So we slept. I woke up
at 5 a.m. cause of his snoring and went downstairs and
slept with the chicks in the basement bedroom. Came home
angry at James, though I kissed him goodbye it was obvious
I was pissed. He's apologized about a million and a half
times today....I hope it never gets that bad again....I
hate worrying for other people when nobody worries for me.

I am a 16 year old Junior in a Northern Virginia high
school. I hate it here.




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