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Chapter 24 - He Who Must Not Be Named

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I'm ashamed to admit, it took several shots of tequila for me to bounce back from my fearful realization of playing the guitar again, or lack thereof because of my Father's death. As I began feeling the mindnumbing effects from the alcohol, my voice of reason was deteriorating rapidly, much like any normal person, but I may have gone too far.

To catch you up, let me recap: the dreadful fart video resurfaced (or so I thought) woo! So relief there, but then Adam asked for me to play. Of course I said no, yada, yada, yada. Bring on the awkward tension and the large amount of people that began pouring through his door...I may have cracked. Just a little.

Okay, so I may have gone up to some random guy and told him I couldn't strum the guitar because of my daddy.

He, like every other male specimen in the world, decided to take it in a perverted kind of way, which I'm still not seeing it, but apparently the alcohol was getting to him as well.

In response, I dropped my red solo cup onto the wood floor, to which it splattered all over my feet and then proceeded to yell, "He's dead you groupie piece of shit!"

You know how in the movies, when the girl was just fed up with someone and finally snapped, yelling at someone and the entire house goes silent? Even the music in the background somehow mysteriously disappears? Well, not just a movie thing as it turns out. I have firsthand experience to confirm this very embarrassing scene.

And Adam had a front row seat.

Awesome.

Thankfully, Lissa swooped in to save me from myself and practically shoved slices of bread down my throat and possibly a gallon of water. At one point, I thought she was going to try and drown me with it. Probably would have been a better outcome than having to face Adam and apologize for being such an idiot.

Of course, he just shrugged it off and smiled, because he's perfect. Obviously. I think I could murder someone and he would still manage to smile his million dollar rockstar smile at me. Come to think of it, I'd take that risk on the piece of sh** groupie.

I sighed as I picked at the fabric on the couch and clutched my water to my body, afraid someone might try to snatch it away from me and switch it for vodka. Again.

Whoever these people were, they partied like...well not like us in the Cape. We remain calm and collected unlike these crazy people. Someone was literally hanging from a ceiling fan. I'm not joking.

As I sat and stared at the floor, the buzz from the party became an almost omniscient humm in my ears. Like I wasn't actually there, only floating through in a ghost-like form. The realization certainly sent me on a downward spiral that I wasn't prepared to handle and while Lissa hit the reset button on the physical side of things, the emotional side was currently on pause. I was desperately trying to hit eject, but life decided to give me a good look into my heart today, something I haven't searched in a long time. 

It's been nearly an hour since the incident and I have sobered up immensely. The embarrassment is all that remains and as the memories play back in slow motion, because life is cruel and wants me to remember just how ludicrous I was, I was getting angry again.