Liquor Is Quicker.

Happy New Years Day, to those of you who can rightfuly name this day as such.
My New Years has been unfortunatly slightly less than Happy.
Actually, disasterous strikes be best as of now.
Sunday, I slept over at Kilgores house, in hopes to go to Bush Gardens with her father, like we all originally planned to attempt.
All night we were recieving phone calls from Kirsten, she accusing me of replacing her with Kilgore. Go figure.
Her accusations are far less surprising to me than most of her others.
Everytime I start to get close with someone, Boom.
Shes done it with Leyna before. Shes so paranoid our friendship is being replaced, its pathetic.
Anyways, aroiund two int he morning, she calls and tells us her father and her went head to head, in a resulting attack where she was brought to the ground by her pouncing father.
We tell her to calm down and lay low for a few days.
Next thing we know, Kilgores drunken father starts to rant about wether Kilgore worked tonight.
Next thing you know, he slams his cell into the counter, and goes head to head with Kilgore.
He threatens Kilgore to send her back to her mother. That he dosen't care.
He slams his fist into the side of her head, and she starts to beat onher, an attempt that was less than succesful.
Her fathers a wall. A cinderblocked wall, like prision bars; unbreakable.
Her Aunt Wendy Starts to yell at him when he screams "Your just like Valerie. Valerie, Valerie... Valerie." Kilgore starts to break out in tears. And I just watch as this seemingly fictional movie plays in front of my eyes.
Next thing you know, hes in Wendys face, bad-mouthing her teeth, trying to demean her. Unsucessfully they carry their battle into the hallway, where her uncle enters the battle. "You think your the man of the house?" the father rants, half slurred with angry tone. He pushes Wendy with two open hands oto her chest, and slamming her back so hard, she looses breath.
On the ground now, Wendys body is slammed by her husbands when the father decideds to go after the uncle. He slams him into the the glass table, busting it.
The shattered glass falls to the floor, loud and slow.
The sharo shards of glass puntcure the skin of her uncle, his elbow spews out blood.
His body falls on top of his wife as her father countinuously beats him.
Right arm. Wham. Wham. Wham. Wham. Kilgore and I scatter to find the phone, hand it to her grandmother, and she desperatley calls 911. "Hes in the system", she says. With his boxer shorts, he walks out the door after confronting Kilgore once more. When the police arrive, Angela and Sabrina are told to go into Kilgores room, as well as I. I try to calm them down. "Its going to be alright, hes not comming back here tonight, I promise". Searching for the half naked man, they finaly find him, ontop of the roof. When he comes down, Hes told to walk throught the house, from the back to the front door. Looking straight ahead, he walks.
Never once looking anyone in the eyes.
Kilgore didn't come to live with her father to take the same abuse her mother put her through.
Yes he was drunk, and yes this was the first time, but he always said he'd never hit her.
That it was always her mothers thing.
I guess he was wrong.
He was just released a few months ago from a four and a half year sentence to prision.
The story goes that he was outrunning the police, and ran over a car or something like that.
He was drunk as well.
That ight, we went over to Rally's at four, and got so coffee.
She got some Subway, and I got some Pringles, and we played Sorry and Chess until we were both too tired to do anything else.
And we splet on er couch until eight when we moved over to the living rooms, and slept till noon.
Monday we find out theres a $5,000 price on each of the people he attacked.
$15,000.
Hes not allowed to visit the house anymore with any of the three people there.
Kilgore called her mother, and told her that he was in jail for domestic assault.
Her mother sent the cops out to get her and bring her to her Dunedin pig-sty to live there, with Brianna.
As I was taking a shower, I heard her voice tell me she was going down to the police station,and to just finish my shower.
She left, and her aunt took me to work.
When I got home, the first thing I did was calll Kirsten and hear if she heard anything.
her mother took her away to live there, and thats all I understood.
If she does stay there, she'll have to transfer schools.
She'll ahve to get a new job.
We'll never see her.
We can't let that happen.
Theres got to be a way.
She can use Robin, and her mothers house, and her other using her social security, and the abuse shes put her throgh, everything to get ack to her grandmothers house.
But shes one of my best friends, and I can't let her move away, just for this.
Anyhow, I fell asleep before the ball dropped, and woke up fourteen hours later.
Still down, and drawn out from the lack of sleep I recived, I'm worried about her, and what the final results are going to be.
She hasn'e called anyone, or contacted anyone, but hopefully she will soon.
Very soon.