Liquor Store

The cake was nice, but he wanted to do more for the girls. Drinks were definitely a must seeing as this was a makeup 21st birthday party and all. He also wanted to get them another present though he wasn’t sure what. He knew they loved the lockets, but a year away from them, making them feel abandoned, he needed something else. For now, he settled with going to the liquor store to grab the drinks.

Alex stood in line, holding a six pack and a bottle of wine mindlessly browsing the tabloids while the person in front of him paid for their drinks. Alex heard the door open as another customer walked in in a huff. Doing a double take though, Alex recognized the guy as Maggie’s boyfriend. Alex wasn’t sure whether he should approach the guy or not. During the poker game he had calmed down about what happened last night, but he wasn't too sure talking to the guy wouldn’t get him angry again. Alex didn’t have much choice in the matter however as the guy recognized him immediately and approached him.

“Hey, you’re Maggie’s brother right?”

“Yeah, hi.” Alex tucked the six pack under his arm so he could shake the guys hand. “My name’s-”

“Yeah, you tell that slut sister of yours I’m gonna find that Alex faggot and kill him.”

“I’m sorry, what? What the fuck did you just say?”

“You fucking heard me! Little slut thinks she can cheat on me and I wouldn't go at the piece of shit?”

“Okay, first, I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just call my sister a slut, twice. Second, I’m gonna have to ask you what the fuck you’re talking about her cheating on you with someone named Alex?”

“Why the fuck else would she call out his name last night?” Alex froze, not sure how to process what this jackass just said.

“She, what?”

“You fucking heard me. That little slut has been cheating on me, and when I find out who that Alex faggot is, he’s fucking dead.”

“Okay, I get you’re upset, you think she cheated on you, but if you call her a slut one more goddamn time, I will cave your fucking skull in with this bottle.”

“Bitch, I’m not afraid of you. I wouldn’t use you as a paper weight. And as far as that SLUT is conce-.” Alex cut the guy off, shoving the wine bottle into the jackass’s gut, then focused his power into his muscles and swung for the guy as best he could. Catching him at the base of the jaw, the guy went down immediately with a crunch, though Alex was pretty sure that was just his hand.

“Fuck!” Alex grabbed a cold beer and held it against his knuckles as he sat down against the wall. Closing his eyes, he returned to the night before, in his room. On the upside, while in the vision he couldn’t feel his hand. On the downside, in front of him he saw that jackass on top of Maggie, sucking on her nipple while his hand was working between them, towards her clit. Alex averted his eyes, not wanting to see the son of a bitch enjoy himself. Within a couple seconds though, he heard her start moaning.

“Oh yes, right there baby! Oh god that feels so good Alex!” And there it was. the jackass wasn’t lying, though really, why the fuck would he. Alex looked over and saw the two of them had frozen in place. The Jackass dropped her tit from his mouth, looking up at her, eyes sharp as daggers.

“Who the fuck is Alex?” Apparently she hadn’t told him her brothers name. While Alex couldn’t see why, he was glad for it, as who knows what he would do if he knew she just moaned out her brother's name.

Maggie began to panic. “I, I didn’t...he’s nobody-”

“Who the fuck is Alex, you fuckin cheating slut!” The Jackass stood up, grabbing his pants. “You’re gonna tell me who the fuck Alex is so I can go and kill the son of a bitch!”

“No! Terry, baby, please just sit down, let me explain!” Maggie stood up, grabbing his arm, trying to pull him back down to the bed.

“Bitch!” Terry shoved the heel of his palm into her collarbone, pushing her back down. “Keep you filthy slut hands off me!” Picking up his shirt and jacket, he stormed out of the room and out the house.

Alex closed his eyes again and concentrated on this morning, opening them to see Maggie, in front of her mirror picking out clothes to go pick up Alex at the train. Looking at her collar, sure enough there was a big purple bruise that Terry had left her. Again, Alex closed his eyes returning to the present. Alex flinched at first, having forgotten about his broken hand. He got back up and walked over to the piece of shit **** in the center aisle. Alex was ready to kill him, right then and there, but the voice of his dad was echoing in his head, telling him to calm down.

“Oh, you son of a bitch you’re so fuckin lucky.” Alex reached down and grabbed Terry’s collar, pulling him up. “Wake up!” On command, Terry’s eyes shot open. Alex put a finger up to his lips, telling Terry not to say anything. “Here’s what’s gonna happen. You, will never fuckin see Maggie again. If you ever so much as breathe the same air as her, I will fucking kill you. I on the other hand, will be keeping tabs on you, and if I ever hear about you hurting a girl ever again, I will fucking kill you. Lastly, you’re gonna forget about everything that happened last night, anything that you or she may have said, and if you ever repeat it to anyone… well, you get the picture.” Alex dropped the bastard back to the ground, as he fell back asleep.

Standing up, Alex had the end of a shotgun barrel at his throat. “Get the fuck outta my store right now before I call the cops.” Alex began to raise the beer and wine up to the counter, when the cashier interrupted him. “Just fucking take em and get out. The sooner you’re outta my hair the better.” Alex slowly began to make his way out of the store, not wanting to startle the cashier.

Sitting in the driver seat of the car, Alex took a second to try and process everything that just happened. “I guess that’s why she didn’t wash the bedding, there was nothing to wash off.” He began to wonder how long she had been thinking of him like that. With his vision he had found out Alli had wanted him for at least a few years now. He also thought back to what she said when Terry came in the room. “I was just looking at some stuff to get me in the mood. A real man who doesn't leave a girl waiting. Maybe I’ll think about him instead of you while you fuck me.” He had brushed it off as playful banter at first, but it seems she was telling the truth.

As it went on, this day became hands down the strangest one he had ever had, filled with beautiful women who just kept dropping in front of him, the power, which he still had trouble believing, and two of his greatest crushes were in love with him. Resigning himself to figure out what to do about that later, he started up the car. As he turned the key, he was harshly reminded of another new thing for him. That was his first fight, and he had just broken his fucking hand.