"Where the fuck is my bag?" Parker yelled storming into the hotel room. Forcefully throwing his jacket onto the chair. Not stopping, he continued straight for the beds. Frantically pulling the suitcase out from under the bed. He wasn't stopping, his heart raced faster the longer it took him to search for it. "For fuck shakes." He cursed, dumping out the clothes, and belongs from the bag. Parker rummaged through it, until he found his flask. Without hesitation, he opened the lid. Swallowing its contents, the spicy rich flavor filled his mouth. Before the burn at the back of his throat could stop, he took another swung. Parker drank until it was gone, and then advanced for the mini fridge. Wiping off his mouth, in a disgusting manner. His hand slipped off the handle of fridge. Trying again the door swung up, grabbing a bottle of vodka. His mouth crooked up into a grim, ridged smile as the bottle made contact with his lips. Hand tipping the bottle, the fluid flowed down his throat. He let it fill him, until it no longer gave him that spark of life he craved.
Realizing that there was no more organizing to, she turned her her attention back to the already wasted brunette on the mattress. Clearing her throat she chose to speak softly. "Parker, it's only 11:00am." taking a few steps toward his bed, she sat down lightly on the edge. She had a terrible feeling about this trip already. Parker wasn't wasting any time on numbing his pain with intoxication.
"Is it really? Well my father already had my mother meet up with me. To tell me what, you ask? Oh well she told me that I shouldn't have come. He doesn't want me to see him in this state. So why does it matter, I can do whatever. I could die tomorrow, then what?" He ranted, staring up at the ceiling.
The trip was only a few days in and this was all that happened. Parker went to visit his father twice, each resulting in him using some kind of substance to ease the pain. So far he haven't been caught using, not that he knew of. If Cassandra found out it would only result in another fight. Their bickering got so bad the first night, the hotel staff called to make sure everything was alright. It was safe to say Parksie wasn't at its normal high.
Cassandra tried her best to keep on the brave face she had continuously been making since they’ve arrived. “Please don’t say that,” she whispered, trying to be as calm as possible, “y-you’re not going to die tomorrow.” Furrowing her eyebrows she stood up from his bed and made her way back to her own. Sitting down on it facing him , she figured it would be best to distance herself from him when he was on such an uproar. “Eventually she’s going to have to let you see him. It—it isn’t right not allowing you to see him. At the end of the day, he is terribly ill and you deserve to see him.” She paused not sure if she is saying the right thing. “I’ll talk to her, if I have to.”
He let out a snort as she spoke. Parker wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or if he genuinely thought what Cassandra said was funny. She had to be out of her right mind to think she could just talk to his mom. Like that would change anything? She couldn't just bat those soft brown eyes and except the women to give in. Especially when the orders came from Parker's father. "You think that will help. " He began "Cassandra just stop. My dad's going to die and I won't be there when it happens. That's good news right? We can leave, forget about this. Who cares it's just death right." Parker sat up. "Where the fuck is my wallet?" He asked, raising his voice.
Sitting silently as Parker told her to stop, she couldn't help angle her head downward, feeling perhaps naive by the way he was speaking down to her. Still keeping her eyes on him, she didn't say a word as he decided to keep a negative view on things. Cassie flinched slightly at his sudden shouting. "On the dresser." She answered, jumping to her feet and fetching it for him. Turning slightly, she handed it to him before taking her seat again.
