“Whatever, Alicia,” I sigh. “I’ll see you when you get here.”
Stepping under the shower head, I let the water cascade down my face and body. It feels good, but it’s not enough to get me up and running at full speed. Lathering myself up, I try to scrub away the stench of alcohol so that my hangover’s not so obvious when I show up to this AA meeting tonight.
As I reach for the power button on the coffee maker, I hear a knock before the front door opens. “It’s just me,” Alicia yells from the living room. “Lucas? Where are you?”
“In here,” I call from the kitchen. “I’m making some coffee.”
“Well, don’t you look fab,” she rolls her eyes. “What’d you do? Wake up and start drinking again? You look like shit.”
“Thanks, you’re gorgeous yourself,” I mock her. “And no, I didn’t wake up and start drinking. You called right as I was opening my eyes, and then I took a shower, and now here I am,” I wave my blue coffee mug in the air.
She checks her watch. “You better hurry up with that coffee. Your meeting starts in 40 minutes, and you don’t want to be late.”
“Who gives a shit?” I mumble as I turn to face the coffee pot.
“Um, the person who has to sign your paper at the end of each meeting? He or she might like to know that you were in full attendance before they sign off on something for the court.”
“Yeah, fuck,” I mutter. “I need to find that paper.”
“Lucas! Tell me you’re fucking around, and that you know where your paper is,” she says. “How are you going to get your life back in order if you can’t even handle a sheet of paper?”
“I don’t know, mom,” I mock her. “I’ll think of something.”
Spinning on her heels, she heads toward my bedroom. “Did you put it with the rest of your papers when I picked you up from jail? The ones with your court hearing and everything? I thought I saw you put them all together.”
Rolling my eyes, I pour myself a cup of Joe and drink it black, hoping I can pump enough into my body before the meeting to at least take the edge off this headache.
“You can check, but I’m not sure.”
I’m not worried about that paper. Alicia keeps track of little important shit like that, and, most likely, she put all the papers together. It’s probably in there somewhere.
“Got it!” she yells. “Now come on, let’s get out of here and get down to your meeting, and I’ll keep track of this,” she flicks the paper with her fingers.
“Fine by me,” I say, grabbing my coat as we head out.
2
Toni
This week’s meeting couldn’t come fast enough for me. With all the stress that I’ve been going through lately, I’ve been craving a stiff drink, but I’ve stopped myself each time. It hasn’t been easy, but my sobriety is worth it because I’ve come to realize that my life is better without the alcohol—and all the random men.
I went through a phase for a couple of years where I couldn’t commit to a relationship. Nobody could ever compare to Lucas or fill his shoes, so I had a lot of casual sex. None of them mattered, but they were a distraction and they made me feel good about myself for a minute.
It almost became a contest. I’d get myself all psyched up as I painted my face and straightened my hair just before I squeezed into the tightest pair of jeans that would go over my round, bubbly ass. I’d always ask myself, “Is Toni going to nail it or strike out tonight?”
Normally, I nailed it, but it’s not hard to do when you spend your weekends at various clubs and bars. That’s where men flock to on the weekends, hoping to find some desperate drunk chick with an easy pussy. The only difference is that I went to the bar willing before I had a drop of alcohol. The liquor just helped me forget that I was a complete whore.
I didn’t hit rock bottom until I woke up in a strange guy’s house. My clothes were in a pile on the floor next to me when I opened my eyes and I was in a room by myself. I had no clue exactly where I was or who I’d gone home with, but I started freaking out when I couldn’t pull the bedroom door open. I kept trying to figure out why I’d be alone in what looked like a spare bedroom. Where was the guy and why did he leave me alone?
After working on the door for about ten minutes, it finally opened. How I mustered the strength, I have no idea because I was hungover as usual, but my body felt weird. It was like I’d been drugged—and I probably was. I’d never felt like that a day in my life before that night and have never felt like it since. I was so disoriented and even though I could watch my body move, such as my arms or legs, I couldn’t feel my body move.
Stepping out into the hallway, I see that I’m in some sort of mansion. That’s what it appeared to be like, anyway. The hallway was long and wide, with a set of spiraling staircases on each end of it that led to the downstairs. The black wrought iron railing looked like a refinished antique, perfectly polished. My guess is that he had a housekeeper or maid.
I don’t know why, maybe call it intuition, I began tiptoeing out into the hall and started to make my way down the staircase that was closest to me. When I was within 15 feet of the front door, I heard a man speaking from sounded like the area behind the staircase.
I was very quiet and tried to listen. What I heard scared the shit out of me. I was crouched down, trying my best to hide behind the steps that offered what little shelter they could, and I saw a group of men. The one who was talking appeared to be the leader—and the owner of the house that I was in.
I heard him say, “The least I’ll take for her is a million, and that’s because I’m feeling generous. I sampled the goods last night after I got her home, and she’s well worth three mill, but I’m offering you a discount to take her off my hands.”
Bolting for the door, I practically leapt through it and fell down the front steps as I scrambled to run away. That was when I decided to get my ass to the first AA meeting that I could find and get some help.
When I pull up in front of the big brick building, I take a moment to think about how far I’ve come before getting out of the car and going inside. I still remember my first time coming to a meeting. I wasn’t sure if I belonged here, or even how long I’d last. Everyone talked about the 12 steps, and I thought it was complete bullshit until I got serious about getting my head on straight.
Sitting in the meetings listening to everyone else’s rock bottom showed me that I was no different from anyone sitting in the group. We all had our own struggles and problems, some worse than others, but there was a commonality: we all needed help.
Once I realized how badly I needed help and committed myself to becoming sober, I started working the first step. I had no clue how much harder each step would be, but when there’s a will, there’s a way.
I grab my bag off the seat next to me and make my way inside the building and feel the biting cold nipping at my heels as the thick, heavy door shuts behind me. The warmth of the building feels so good, especially because the heater core in my car is going out so the heat’s sporadic at best—if it works at all.
This building used to be a church, but they sold it when they built a bigger, better facility just outside of the city limits. You can still smell the holy water and scented candles, though, and the maroon carpet could definitely use an upgrade.
Sliding the strap of my bag onto my shoulder, I take a deep breath and walk down the empty hallway until I hear the familiar voices from my AA meetings. Most of them have already gathered in our room.
Like clockwork, everyone’s huddled around the coffee area. Mark, who heads our AA meetings, found an old table in the basement and carried it up here so we could have a coffee station. We all take turns bringing a can of coffee and help with buying creamer, sugar, and sometimes donuts. I try to stay away from them, though. Just because I quit drinking, it doesn’t mean I want to gain an extra 30 pounds, so I stick to coffee with two sugars and one creamer.
“Toni!” Monica says.
She’s been coming to these me
etings since they started holding them here. I admire her and her strength; she was actually my sponsor for the longest time, and that’s how we became very close friends. It’s been a long four years, but we’re going strong.
“Hey Mon,” I say, giving her a hug. “How’ve you been?”
She smiles at me, tucking her hair behind her ear. “You know how it is, taking one day at a time.”
“Same here,” I say, grabbing a styrofoam cup to pour myself some coffee. “Trying anyway.”
Trying is an understatement, but I know we’ve all got our own problems and that’s why we’re here. She wraps her hand around my arm and in her soft, sweet voice she says, “Tell us at the meeting. We’re here to support you. I’m so proud of you.”
Knowing that Monica is proud of me makes me smile. She met me at my lowest, not too long after everything happened and I hit rock bottom. It was about two years after I’d last seen Lucas and we ended things. God, I still remember it all. No amount of booze could ever make me forget. There’s plenty that I don’t remember while I spent those two years in a drunken stupor, but I remember how our relationship deteriorated, how it became broken, and inevitably, irreparable.
I’d rather have a knife stabbed into my back and twisted in a thousand directions rather than re-live the beginning of the end.
I was so scared, and didn’t know how to tell him. We were at my apartment, sitting on the couch as we watched TV. He knew something was up and wouldn’t let up until I told him what was bothering me.
“Lucas, I’m pregnant,” I said.
It was my second year of college, and I knew there was no way that I could keep it. Money was too tight and I was barely making ends meet. Having a baby was out of the question.
“You’re what?” he said, sitting up. He was so excited; his eyes lit right up.
“Pregnant.”
Saying those words sounded foreign to me, like they weren’t right. They didn’t belong on my lips. I wasn’t sure how Lucas would take it or what he would want me to do, but I already knew what needed to be done. It wouldn’t be fair for an innocent baby to be brought into this world by someone who couldn’t care for it. I could barely take care of myself.
“Are you sure? Did you take a test?”
I nodded, biting my lip. He wrapped his strong hands around my petite fingers and squeezed. “When did you find out?”
“About a week ago,” I said, my voice low and cracking. We’d been together since the summer I graduated high school, and I knew he’d want me to keep it. We loved each other so much, and I thought our love could withstand anything.
“Have you made a doctor’s appointment or anything? I’m not really sure what pregnant ladies do,” he laughed.
He noticed that I wasn’t smiling. I didn’t share the same excitement that he did, not at all.
“I made an appointment at Planned Parenthood,” I said quietly. “It’s tomorrow.”
“Planned Parenthood? I didn’t know you could go there. I thought you’d have to go to a doctor.”
He didn’t know what I was saying, and it killed me to know that I was going to have to say it out loud to the man I loved.
“Do you know what Planned Parenthood is, or what they do there?” I asked.
“No. They give out condoms and stuff, right? Like, you can go there for birth control?”
I looked into his big brown eyes. They were so soft and sweet; loving and caring. We could party our asses off, but he was always so loving toward me.
“They do those things,” I slowed my words and spoke very carefully. “And they also do abortions.”
His smile quickly disappeared and his grip on my hand relaxed. “An abortion? Is that what you want to do?”
It was never what I wanted to do, but it was what I needed to do. After a long talk with many shed tears, he agreed to go with me to the clinic the next day for my consult.
“Is everyone almost ready?” Mark says as he adds a few more chairs to our group.
The group mumbles an unanimous, “Yes,” as I finish stirring my coffee and take a sip.
“Come on,” Monica says, pulling my arm. “We’ll sit next to each other.”
The warm liquid feels good going down as it begins to warm my insides, so I take another swig, hoping to maximize the warmth. We’re all taking a seat when a couple, a man and woman, enters the room, and I nearly choke to death on my coffee.
It’s Lucas with some woman.
I want to run and hide. I can’t deal with him today, but the moment I think about excusing myself from the meeting, we lock eyes. He spots me straight away, and the two of us stare at one another for what seems like an eternity. A thousand unspoken words pass between us before the woman he’s with grabs his arm and drags him to a set of chairs just a few spaces away from Mon and me.
“Are you okay?” she turns to me as I shift in my seat.
“Yeah, I’m good,” I lie.
My body has this fleeting urge to jump out of my chair and hit the door, but I know it’ll cause a scene so I stay put as I wonder why he’s here. Is he there to support her? Is she there to support him? Do they both have a drinking problem?
Does God just hate me?
I can’t believe that he’s here with another woman—not that I expected him to stay single, but it hurts like hell to know that he’s moved on. I never really did.
Instead, I went into a downward spiral of depression, which landed me here, but I’m recovering. I’m taking steps to improve my life, but the moment I see him, I know it could all come undone.
“Who would like to begin today?” Mark asks as he begins the meeting, breaking my concentration as he pulls me back into reality.
3
Lucas
The second I step foot in the room, I spot Toni. I want to turn around and leave, but Alicia has a firm grip on my arm, dragging me closer to the meeting that I didn’t want to come to in the first place. Seeing Toni makes me want to scramble to get out of here as fast as I can.
Everything in my chest begins to hurt and I can feel my heart pounding in my eardrums as every sound in the room begins to fade away. I try everything I can to not look at her, but my eyes are drawn to her like a duck to water.
I try to tell myself that these meetings are only temporary, but it doesn’t make my anxiety any better. In fact, it makes it worse. What if she’s at every meeting and I have to see her each week that I’m here? Or worse: what if we never speak?
“I’d like to go first,” a woman says, as Alicia and I take a seat just a few chairs from Toni.
“That’d be great. We have some new faces here tonight, so I’d like for everyone to do a brief introduction,” the man in charge of the meeting says. “I’m Mark and I’ve been holding these meetings for the last twelve years.”
The woman smiles, and I can see she’s missing a few of her front teeth. She looks like she’s in her early 50’s, but my guess is she’s probably in her 40’s. Drugs and drinking have a way of wearing a person’s youth away, and she looks like she’s lived a hard life.
“I’m Frenchy,” she begins. “And I’ve been a recovering alcoholic for almost two years. The past week has been tough for me because I’ve been trying really hard to get a job. My sister’s been on my ass, you know?” Everyone nods in agreement. “She doesn’t understand how hard it is for someone like us to get a job. I can’t always be perfect like her.”
“Do you have any leads, Frenchy?” Mark asks.
“I thought I did. Last week, I went on two interviews. One of the places said they would make a decision by yesterday, but I never heard back from them.” She frowns and wipes away a tear. “I guess I didn’t get the job.”
“It’s okay, Frenchy, you’ll get the next one and it’ll probably be better. Remember, sometimes we ‘miss opportunities’ because there’s a bigger plan in store for us,” Mark says. “Who’d like to go next?”
“I will,” the woman beside Toni stands up. “My name is Monica, but everyone c
alls me Mon. This past week was filled with its ups and downs. As most of you know, I’ve been trying to repair my relationship with my daughter, and it hasn’t gone very well, but I think we’re finally starting to make some progress. After a big argument that we had, we both apologized and she invited me over to her house for dinner this weekend so I can meet her new boyfriend.”
“That’s fantastic, Mon. Are there any problems you’d like to discuss?” he asks her.
“No, I just hope my higher power grants me the strength to make it through dinner with her. When I’ve gone over to her house in the past, we tend to argue, but I’m willing to give it another shot. She only started talking to me about a year ago, so I expect rough patches.”
As everyone goes around the circle, I realize that hearing their stories makes me want to drink more, not less. I can’t believe I have to put up with this shit for the next three months just so I can get my license back. If it weren’t for that judge mandating I get the stupid paper signed, I would’ve been out of here a long time ago.
The only reason that I’m still sitting in this chair is because Alicia won’t let me leave, and I hope to find some way to connect with Toni. I want to know what she has to say and why she’s here or what she’s doing with her life.
Almost an hour later, it’s my turn to talk and I’m nervous as hell. I’m not one to talk about my problems, nor do I do confessions. Mark looks straight at me, “Would you like to go next?”
Clearing my throat, I stand up and quickly scan the circle. Toni’s eyes meet mine for a brief second before her eyelids flutter and she focuses on her shoes. It kills me to see her here, she looks so sad, and maybe a little angry.
“I, um, my name’s Lucas. I’m here because the judge ordered I get my paper signed and successfully complete AA to get my license back.”
Nodding, I go to take my seat, but Mark stops me. “Lucas, we’re glad you’re here. Would you say that you have a drinking problem?”
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