Lucas
I'm almost tempted to remove the lock on Becky's bedroom. Every night I listen to her screams and cries but I can't get to her to reassure her that it's just a dream because I'm always locked out of the room.
I walked into the kitchen, my pants loose on my waist with my chest bare. I walked in on Del eating ice cream right from the big bowl. My eyes scanned the kitchen for Becky but she wasn't here either. I opened the fridge and picked up a bottle of beer. I opened it and gulped down more than half of it, the cold beer slided down my throat giving me the calm that I desire right now. I dropped the bottle on the kitchen island before occupying one of the seats. "Why are you smashing your face with ice cream? You'll ruin your dinner"
She paused with her spoon mid air. "I'm not a ki
