January, 1997-Detroit Michigan.
Shardonay's lifelong bestfriend, Celisse which who had became her roommate could be a burden at times due to drug habits, her boyfriend's abusive behavior, and rent struggles. Shardonay opens up to Marshall, a new re...
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"Shardy, is this even the right buildin'?" Celisse drunkenly asked me as we stumbled down the hallway of our apartments. Giggling practically the entire time.
We're pretty sure we came into the wrong building.
Since we're building 2 and every apartment number here starts with 3. Meaning this is probably building 3....I wouldnt even know though. My vision being unclear and my mind feeling real hazy... although it feels real good, the flickering lights in these cheap ol' apartments don't help.
I burst into a laughter, slurring my words. "Ion even' know!"
"We straight trippin', huh?" Celisse spoke though giggles.
It's my 21st birthday, meaning I'm finally the legal age of drinking—not that I ain't been drinking before that...But I can finally go to clubs and what not. So this time I went real hard on it. Mmmaybe a bit too hard...ion even know what time it is.
I don't drink that often at all. It's really just when I'm in the mood and that isn't all the time. But since it's my birthday, I decided to just go for it I guess....Celisse is the one that does all the drinking... I frown thinking about it but with the state that I'm in, it washes all of the bad memories away.
The laughter that I continuously cannot control only making Liss laugh even more. But this intense feeling of nausea washes over me like a damn tsunami. Automatically, my laughing drastically dies down as my eyes widen.
My stomach flexing as what ever in the world I ate today gets all on the ground and on my white top.
"Aw, shit, Don!" Liss exclaimed.
Suddenly, the once care free, dizty, and euphoric feeling that I had quickly vanishes just as the smile on my face did. The room spinning on a more intense level.
"Where the hell you been, Celisse?!" I heard a man shout at Liss.
Still in this woozy state, ion even know what's going on... I thought we were in the wrong unit...How does this person know Celisse's name?...We don't really know anyone around here that doesn't live in our apartment building unit expect Clyde.... He's always at work super early on Sundays though...so he wouldn't be here.
After the guy said that, all I could really hear is faint screaming, not being able to make out the words what so ever.
Don't mix weed with alcohol. Never again.
My mouth tasting absolutely disgusting, my head and stomach hurting like hell, I try opening my eyes and gathering myself.
All as I do, my hearing becomes more clear.
"What the fuck makes you think you can stay out this fuckin' late, Celisse?! The fuck you been doin?!"Anger stung in his tone.
"You ain't gotta know where I am at all times, Sharrod! I was havin' a good time wit my girl, ya ain't my father! Get the hell away from me!..." Celisse pushed Sharrod back, not causing much damage as her movements are sluggish—just as mine.
