A hero in disguise
There was a guy in our town, many consider him a bit odd. He didn’t have a lot of friends and what people believed to be a trouble maker, but he had a younger brother who conveniently was the popular kid at school. He was in his early twenties and pretty good looking. He could be really sweet towards you when you talked to him, but just like that he could snap. You could see him sitting in the bar almost every day, the time of day differed depending on what mood he was in.
This day he came in pretty early in the afternoon, sat himself by the counter and asked for two shots. By the look on his face you could tell that this was one of those crappier days. People kept staring at him while day were eating their food. No one ever cared enough or dared to go forth and talk to him when he had days like this.
The doorbell rang and in came a girl, new to the town. Everybody’s looks turned towards her, everybody’s except his. The girl, also probably in her early twenties, steered her steps directly to the counter, sat down beside him and asked for a shot too. All this without even as much as glancing at him.
“Isn’t it a bit early for a drink?” she asked him.
“So why are you?” he replied.
They continued talking and it seemed like they knew each other from before. Suddenly he switched from some what calm talking to angrily almost shouting at her. Everybody looked up at them. Soon the anger turned to sadness, still shouting but you could hear it in his voice. Glass after glass filled with strong alcohol went down his throat. After a few minutes he was clearly drunk and had went almost quiet.
“Ready to head home?” the girl asked.
“Yeaah…”
She almost carried him out, help him into her car and drove off. He lived in the outskirts of the town. They turned down a long birch alley and met a car filled with teenagers on the way to the mansion. They were met at the door by his younger brother, who helped him while she stayed outside.
“Thanks for talking to him Soph, really appreciated” the brother said.
“Yeah, any time, he’ll hopefully feel better again afterwards…”
This day he came in pretty early in the afternoon, sat himself by the counter and asked for two shots. By the look on his face you could tell that this was one of those crappier days. People kept staring at him while day were eating their food. No one ever cared enough or dared to go forth and talk to him when he had days like this.
The doorbell rang and in came a girl, new to the town. Everybody’s looks turned towards her, everybody’s except his. The girl, also probably in her early twenties, steered her steps directly to the counter, sat down beside him and asked for a shot too. All this without even as much as glancing at him.
“Isn’t it a bit early for a drink?” she asked him.
“So why are you?” he replied.
They continued talking and it seemed like they knew each other from before. Suddenly he switched from some what calm talking to angrily almost shouting at her. Everybody looked up at them. Soon the anger turned to sadness, still shouting but you could hear it in his voice. Glass after glass filled with strong alcohol went down his throat. After a few minutes he was clearly drunk and had went almost quiet.
“Ready to head home?” the girl asked.
“Yeaah…”
She almost carried him out, help him into her car and drove off. He lived in the outskirts of the town. They turned down a long birch alley and met a car filled with teenagers on the way to the mansion. They were met at the door by his younger brother, who helped him while she stayed outside.
“Thanks for talking to him Soph, really appreciated” the brother said.
“Yeah, any time, he’ll hopefully feel better again afterwards…”