The_Spectre
Lonely Angel
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I'm not an alcoholic.
The young man sat there on the park bench, taking a small sip of his coffee, his hand covered by the sleeves of his hoodie, pushing the bangs of his black hair away from his face as he looked forward. The wet, dreary weather reflecting his thoughts. "I know that," replied and older man sitting next to him aslo sipping his coffee. "But you're lucky these meetings of AA are all you have to do. I mean Jesus, you got into a fight with some rich kid and fractured his nose and you had a blood alcohol level of .08. You're lucky you're not in jail, Danny. How you even came out of that fight with barely a scratch if beyond me."
Daniel Gabriel Reyes or Danny as he preferred to be called had a life filled with heartache and anger. He never knew his father, he raised solely by his mother until she died when he was 10 and then his grandfather until he died before he was even 15. The pain of loss and feeling of abandonment left Danny so much fear of getting close of others and anger toward the world; making him feel like he didn't belong. Needless to say his 10 years of being alone led him to getting into a lot of trouble. Vandalism and fighting seemed to be forte. They were always the same, some self entitled asshole or more try to pick a fight with him to puff their chest or impress their girls only to lead to them getting their asses beat, leaving Danny with only a few cuts and bruises and behind a police car.
"How did you even get this for me?" Danny asked as he looked over at the older man "I'm your lawyer," he replied "Plus the women running the meeting asked for specifically, says she thinks she can help you." The old could see the look of annoyed disbelief in Danny's face. "Danny look... I can't imagine how you feel with everything that's happened to you but you're 25 now. You can't keep going on like this." Danny was a bit unsure how to feel about the look of actual sincerity in his lawyers face. "I want to help you, but you gotta meet me halfway." The lawyer gave Danny a piece of paper and of paper and stood up. "Here's the address," he said "You're first meeting is tonight and I expect you to be there, let me know if you need anything."
The lawyer began to walk away but not before getting one final word in. "Who know's maybe you'll find out you're not so alone in this world." Danny smirked at the final words and looked at the paper. The last thing he wanted was to hear a bunch of alcoholic sob stories, but if meant keeping him out of jail and maybe even try to turn things around for him, what could be the harm?
The young man sat there on the park bench, taking a small sip of his coffee, his hand covered by the sleeves of his hoodie, pushing the bangs of his black hair away from his face as he looked forward. The wet, dreary weather reflecting his thoughts. "I know that," replied and older man sitting next to him aslo sipping his coffee. "But you're lucky these meetings of AA are all you have to do. I mean Jesus, you got into a fight with some rich kid and fractured his nose and you had a blood alcohol level of .08. You're lucky you're not in jail, Danny. How you even came out of that fight with barely a scratch if beyond me."
Daniel Gabriel Reyes or Danny as he preferred to be called had a life filled with heartache and anger. He never knew his father, he raised solely by his mother until she died when he was 10 and then his grandfather until he died before he was even 15. The pain of loss and feeling of abandonment left Danny so much fear of getting close of others and anger toward the world; making him feel like he didn't belong. Needless to say his 10 years of being alone led him to getting into a lot of trouble. Vandalism and fighting seemed to be forte. They were always the same, some self entitled asshole or more try to pick a fight with him to puff their chest or impress their girls only to lead to them getting their asses beat, leaving Danny with only a few cuts and bruises and behind a police car.
"How did you even get this for me?" Danny asked as he looked over at the older man "I'm your lawyer," he replied "Plus the women running the meeting asked for specifically, says she thinks she can help you." The old could see the look of annoyed disbelief in Danny's face. "Danny look... I can't imagine how you feel with everything that's happened to you but you're 25 now. You can't keep going on like this." Danny was a bit unsure how to feel about the look of actual sincerity in his lawyers face. "I want to help you, but you gotta meet me halfway." The lawyer gave Danny a piece of paper and of paper and stood up. "Here's the address," he said "You're first meeting is tonight and I expect you to be there, let me know if you need anything."
The lawyer began to walk away but not before getting one final word in. "Who know's maybe you'll find out you're not so alone in this world." Danny smirked at the final words and looked at the paper. The last thing he wanted was to hear a bunch of alcoholic sob stories, but if meant keeping him out of jail and maybe even try to turn things around for him, what could be the harm?