I Do Something Bad to Help Ease is the forty-fifth chapter of Zak Saturday's Immortal Love Life. It was first published on February 14, 2016.
Looking for Zack was really hard. But I wasn’t going to give up.
It’s been almost a month since he was kidnapped and we were nowhere close to finding him. We’ve already looked over half of the countries on the planet and still no sign of him.
I was getting more worried about him with every passing day. And what those men are probably doing to him . . . I start crying every time I think about it. I just can’t imagine what he might be feeling every time they touch him. It’s just too much and there’s nothing that I can do to stop it. It really hurts to even think about it.
It was late right now, almost midnight. Another failed day. Everyone was asleep except for me.
I was trying to write a song about this whole situation, mostly about finding him, but I just couldn’t find the right lyrics. But I also couldn’t help but cry half the time. It’s distracting.
I just can’t believe that someone took my brother, my twin brother. And what they’re doing to him? Those evil bastards. I’m going to kill them all when and if I find them.
I decided to get a late night snack to maybe help ease the pain of what my twin brother was going through, though I knew it wouldn’t help. I went into the kitchen to look for something to eat, but there wasn’t really anything I was interested in. I’ve really lost my appetite since he’s disappeared.
But there was maybe something I wanted to drink.
I looked across the room and noticed my dad’s liquor cabinet. I didn’t want to, but I walked over to it. It wasn’t even locked, which wouldn’t have been a problem if it was.
I opened it and grabbed out what I think was a bottle of vodka. I looked at it for a while, deciding what to do with it. Based on what I’ve heard, people drink to feel anything other than sad. I guess that’s why my dad drinks every night because he’s sad. I considered it.
I opened the bottle and took a sip of it. It tasted like crap. How does something that tastes bad make someone feel good? I’m not sure. But there’s only one way to find out.
I closed the liquor cabinet and went to my room, taking the vodka with me. I closed and locked the door to my room once I was in it. Then I got on my bed and drank the rest of the bottle of vodka. When I was finished with it, I felt dizzy and out of thought, but I also felt a little better.
I guess alcohol really does the trick.
I hid the empty bottle under my bed after falling out of it somehow. Then I got back onto the bed and fell asleep.
I wish I could drink more alcohol instead of have dreams, because the only dreams I’ve been having were about Zak, the last person I wanted to see right now.
It’s been two months since I last saw him in person and I still have the scar he gave me on my wrist. My dreams obviously want me to find him because they keep telling me where he is. But I want to find Zack, not Zak. Now if only my dreams would show me where he was.
Maybe if I go find Zak, I’ll stop dreaming about him. This dream was different from all of the others, because it’s actually telling me where he and his family are going next, not where they are right now.
They were going to Prague, Czech Republic to deal with a cryptid. No surprise there.
This time, I decided to go meet them there. I don’t know why. Maybe the alcohol was getting to me, but I just felt like I should, even though I don’t want to waste any time not looking for Zack.
When I woke up, I got dressed, grabbed my sword and Poké balls, and headed to Prague.
Yeah, really short chapter. What do you guys think about Sarah drinking? This should be the last short chapter for a while. Zak and his family will start appearing again in the next chapter.
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- Cj Hollinger (mentioned)