Truth In Lies

Enzo

Alcohol

It has the potential to reduce your inhibitions.

Make you into someone who society accepts.

Allow you to unwind enough to ask the hot girl at the end of the bar out on a date.

Alcohol is extremely powerful.

The ability to tempt me.

To transport me away.

In order to make me forget.

It should only be an act of defiance. An underage misdemeanor committed for attention as well as to feel the effects. That is all alcohol should stand for. I'm only seventeen years old. Although I am still a long way from the age of twenty-one, alcohol has never been a healthy pastime.

I knew as soon as I tasted the liquid that it was a habit I would never break.

Not because I'm a drunk. That's something I'll never be, no matter how much I drink. Even when I require alcohol as much as I require oxygen.

I need to forget about it.

I drink the last drop of amber liquid from my glass. One drink isn't going to be enough to make me forget. If there was another way to erase my demons and induce amnesia, I'd take it. But I've never come across another option. This is my only choice.

"Another round," I say to Zeke and Langston in the corner booth next to me. It's a statement, not a question.

I need more, and they'll both stay with me for another hour, drinking until my past is erased.

Slinking out from beneath the shadowy corner booth, I stand and cross the room before climbing onto a stool at the bar. We have a waiter, but I don't have the patience to wait for her to notice that we require more drinks.

I cast a glance behind the bar at Blake. When he sees me, he knows to drop his other customers and serve me right away. His tip, like his job, necessitates it. This is just another bar owned by my family. In the grand scheme of things, it's nothing more than a safe haven for me to retreat to when necessary.

And lately, I've discovered that coming here on a daily basis is absolutely necessary.