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Selfish Machines

Chapter thirty-nine:

I wake up with a screaming headache.

I go downstairs, the house is mostly empty minus a few people passed out on the floor here and there. I look at the clock on the wall. It’s eleven-thirty.

I walk into the kitchen, and go under the sink to grab some garbage bags. I start cleaning the red solo cups that are on the ground.

The house is a disaster.

As I clean the remaining people that were here left.

Maybe I should apologize to Mike. I don’t think I’m the only on in the wrong but losing him would destroy me.

I throw a couple empty bottles in the bag. I turn around and it looks like I haven’t touched a single thing. I start power cleaning. After roughly half an hour the living room is mostly done.

I hear someone coming down the stairs. Mike turns the corner.

“Mike!” I say but before I could say anything he cuts me.

“What are you gonna yell at me some more?” Mike scoffs. “Could you save me the trouble and wait till I’m not hung over?”

“Why are you such a fucking asshole?” I say. I put the bag down and walk away.

“Isn’t that why you like me?” He calls out after me.

“No, I liked you because you were a decent fucking human being to me. You weren’t this Mike.” I turn around and say. I point at him while I say ‘this’ I turn back around and walk away, I grab my purse. On my way out I slam the door.

I can not believe what an asshole he’s being.

Fuck this guy. I walk down the street, I have no idea what I’m doing, or where I’m going. I just can’t be around him when he’s like this.

I just need to go for a walk to calm myself down.

After a while of walking I reach a payphone and a small store. I should try to call Vic. I want to know he’s okay.

I dig in my purse for some change. I have a couple quarters. I put them in the change slot and dial Vic’s number. It rings a few time’s before he answers.

“Hello?” I hear him say on the other end.

“Hey Vic it’s me Spencer, I was just call-” Before I could finish my sentence he hangs up.

“Fuck!” I slam the phone back on the holder. Great now I’m out of change.

I walk into the convenience store. I grab a Gatorade and break a twenty.

“Can I get a couple quarters, please?” I ask. The cashier just rolls her eyes. I’m not exactly in the mood for shitty customer service. I grab my change and walk away.

I go back to the pay phone. I put my coins into the slot, and dial Jaime’s number. It rings once.

“Can you come pick me up?” I say starting to cry.

“Spencer? Where are you?” He asks.

“I’m at a corner store about five blocks from Mike’s.” I look up at the sign. “It’s called Andy’s Market.”

“I know the one. I’m on my way.” He says hanging up.

I try to wipe away my tears but they keep falling.

I lean against the phone booth and wait for Jaime.

You can see girls walking down the street holding their heels, wearing hardly any clothes.

Saturday morning walk of shames.

Nothing is better than watching this.

I stand there an wait. Seeing all these girls walking around has cheered me up a little.

Jaime pulls up in his car. I get in on the passenger side.

The water works just start flying.

“Whoa, Spence what happened?” He asks bringing me in for a hug.

“Mike he’s a fucking asshole.” I cry.

“Everyone already knows that.” Jaime says letting go. He put’s his hands on my shoulders. “Let’s go get some food and you can tell me all about it. And then after you can come over to my house. We can watch movies?”

We drive until we find the nearest Denny’s. We sit inside, order food and I vent about everything that happens.

After we leave Denny’s Jaime stops at Mike and Vic’s house so I can grab a change of clothes. I open the door and everything is cleaned. Mike must have cleaned it all.

I start to walk up the stairs and I see a shirt in the middle of the staircase. I pick up the shirt, it’s a black and red Iron Maiden shirt. The same one Alyssa was wearing last night. I reach the top of the staircase, there’s a pair of black skinny jeans sprawled across the beginning of the hallway. My heart sinks. I hear a bed thumping coming from the end of the hallway.

I run back downstairs and out the door.

How could he?

It’s one to be an asshole but we were just fighting. That’s what couple do. I sit on the stairs and start bawling my eyes out. Jaime runs over practically picks me up and throws me in the car.

“What happened?” He asks as he drives away. “Do I need to kick his ass?”

I can’t manage to get a word out. My throat won’t let me talk.

“Oh it’s okay you don’t have to say anything.” Jaime says squeezing my knee, he continues driving to his house.

The entire way there I can’t stop crying.

We pull into Jaime’s driveway.

I walk into his house and go straight to his bedroom.

There’s a full bottle of whiskey on the dresser next to his bed.

I grab it and start chugging. I close the bottle and lay on the bed burying my head in the pillows.

“You ready to talk?” Jaime says sitting next to me.

“He fucking cheated on me.” I say in between sobs.

“What?!” Jaime stands up. “How could he do that?”

“He seemed like he was doing so much better” I cried. “I thought he was different. I thought he changed.”

Jaime lays next to be and hugs me.

“I’m so sorry.”

I sit up and grab the bottle. I start chugging again.

“Okay I know it’s shitty but maybe slow down a little?” Jaime suggests.

“I don’t care anymore.” I cry, even harder. “He said he loved me.”

“I know.” He says rubbing my back. “Well if you’re gonna drink your pain away, you won’t do it alone.”

“Thanks Jaime you’re a great friend.” I smile, wiping away my tears.

After a few hours of drinking I stop crying. Things start to get a bit blurry. Tony showed up around nine. He hung out with us, he didn‘t want to drink after how much he had drank the night before. I don‘t blame him. Jaime told him what happened. He flipped out just like Jaime.

Everything starts to become a blur. At ten Jaime’s parents came home and were not happy that I was there. Next thing I know I’m sitting Tony’s back seat.

“I’m gonna puke.” I say starting to gag.

I close my eyes, open them and I’m standing beside Tony’s car puking my guts out.

“Spencer what the fuck happened?” I hear someone say.

“Vic is that you?” I ask.

I close my eyes for a second, when I open them I’m laying in my bed at the Fuentes. There’s bowl beside me filled with what I can only assume is left over whiskey from my stomach.

I pass out again.



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