Prologue Nathan

It usually ends up the same with that old geezer. We argue, I throw a hit, my mom cries, and I'm now at the bar drinking away my problems. Hopefully I could forget about my sad insatiable life. I already felt my head spinning from the alcohol and I could barely feel any limb on my body. Maybe I could get away with a good hook-up. I could learn how to get my shit together and just not be a world class dick with anger issues. It was a problem I admit, but I never said I was normal. Most people get on my nerves for no reason and I end up either with a black eye or in a coma for three years. Not my best moment but thankfully it was not my worst.

Being in a coma had its perks. Sleep being one of them, even though the dreams were weird. My mom was devastated when I fell into the coma and she was scared I would never wake up. I missed a lot in the three years too. My brother had died and my dad ran off with some other chick, whom I had never met. My mom married my step dad and my sister is nowhere to be found till this day. It had been four years since I had woken up and life was shittier than before. If that was even possible. I had so much burden to carry and on top of that, school was a pain in my ass. Missing three years of it didn’t help in the slightest and even then, I never cared about my education anyway, it was meaningless and I had no desire to work for shit. I expected to be dying on the side of a curb next to a liquor store, foaming at the mouth by the time I was forty-two. Seemed like a plan to me. There wasn’t much to live for when you were Nathan Conti.

I sat my glass down on the counter and buried my face in my arm as I let out a groan. I forced myself to sit up as I made eye contact with the bartender.

“Another” I said before I let my head drop back onto the counter.

“Sir, it's close to closing time and most of everybody has left by now.” She said to me as she cleaned a cup with a white rag.

I looked up at her and gave a dirty look before I stood up on wobbly legs and flipped her off before I walked out with my hands in my pockets. Fuck this place.

I brushed my hair out of my face and flipped my hood up before I took the cigarettes out of my pock and lit it as it sat between my lips. So much for getting laid, there was always tomorrow.

I walked down a few blocks, it was quiet and barely anybody was around. I continued walking, taking in the sights of the scenery around me. I blew out some smoke before I heard the sound of police sirens. I turned to look behind me and I watched as a really nice black car sped by with three police cars on its tail. The pace that they were going though was just a blur to me. Looked like fun and in my defense, it’s been a while since I fucked around like that. I had only been a teenager and I still got away from the cops without having a driver's license. Fourteen year old me would have loved to be in that situation and so would the current twenty-three year old me if I were to be honest. I continued to walk towards my apartment. My mom and step dad were staying with me because of some infestation and I am still wondering why I said it was okay. I said no at first but then my mom started to cry and I caved. I really need to tell her to suck it up, she was a whole ass adult and it was not my fault she wanted to fuck around and find out that the age of fifteen. She was a depressed and emotional bitch and I hated that. But the thing I hated most was her shit taste in men. She had three kids with someone who cheated on her constantly and once that cock sucker dipped she went for someone who beats the shit out of her twenty four seven. Not in my fucking apartment. That was why me and the bitch got into a fight in the first place, he thought it would be a good idea to treat her like shit in front of me. He lost, and I was mad so I left… for the night. Now the sun was coming up, I was wasted, and I was tired out of my mind. I can't take another night of their arguing and make-up sex, it was nauseating. Made me want to chug a whole bottle of Gin and pass out on a staircase somewhere. Maybe I had an alcohol problem too. Shit. There were a whole bunch of things wrong with me, weren't there?

I opened the door to my apartment to find my mom sleeping on the floor and my step dad on the pull out couch. What the hell? I walked over, as drunk as a sailor, to my mom and with all my might that I had left, lifted her up and laid her on the small couch near the balcony window. I ran my fingers through my hair and went to my room before I took off my hoodie and plopped onto my bed, letting sleep take over the headache that was starting to form, but I was out before it reached the point of annoyance.

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