[ WP ] Slowly start to realize that you have a roommate .

Everette, 70 ’ s, a tough old man with a Navy service tattoo wearing an old white t-shirt, sits at his workbench in a cluttered garage. A half drunk bottle of scotch and a three-finger full tumbler sit on the bench beside him. He mumbles, talks to himself. 
 
 `` Miss her is why I do it.'' 
 
 `` Changed so damn much. She ai n't my Helen anymore, that's for sure. Everette take your pills, stay off the booze. “ 
 
 He drinks, and pours. He sways slightly, drunk on the shop stool. 
 
 `` She ’ s got all them new clothes, like I would n't notice. I noticed. Changed her hair, dyed it even. Getting made up everyday now it seems, lipstick and all of it. ” 
 
 `` She looks like my Helen, but I know.'' 
 
 He stands quickly, sending the stool clattering to the floor. He braces himself on the bench, swaying. 
 
 “ Your own damn daughter thinks you ’ re a crazy old man, won ’ t even come to see no more! Well I ain ’ t fucking crazy! ” 
 
 He takes up an old, worn hammer from the bench. He feels it ’ s weight in his hand, flexes against the grip. With his free hand he grabs the bottle and chugs a pair of deep gulps. The hit rocks him and spittle falls from his open mouth, he shakes it off and stumbles out of the garage. 
 
 He stumbles through the house, knocking into furniture, scraping against the hall wall and bringing down framed photographs. Alana, in her late 40 ’ s, emerges from the door at the end of the hall, she ’ s half asleep and in her pajamas. 
 
 “ Hey, what are you doing up … ” 
 
 Everette swings the hammer and connects, Alana collapses to the floor. He drops the hammer and drags her into the room. He binds her up with bedsheets and props her up against the bed ’ s headboard. Her heads lolls and she starts to come to. 
 
 “ Where ’ s my Helen! ” 
 
 Alana looks up, her eye swollen and face bloody. She is crying. 
 
 “ Dad, you ’ re confused again, please, it ’ s me… ” 
 
 Everette slaps her hard across the face. 
 
 “ No more lies! What ’ d you do with my wife! ” 
 
 “ Dad please you ’ re sick. It ’ s me Alana, I ’ ve been living here for months, to help you. ” 
 
 A wave of horror passes over Everette ’ s face as he stands to his full height, his head in his shaking hands. 
 
 “ When Mom died you got real bad, your real sick Dad, please I ’ m hurt real bad, I need a hospital. ” 
 
 Everette snorts and wipes his eyes, before regaining his composure and then finding his rage. 
 
 “ Helen ’ s not dead you lying bitch! And my daughter is half your age! I don ’ t know who you are, or what you did with my Helen, but I aim to find out. ” 
 
 Everette steps into the hall and picks up the hammer. As he enters the room and closes the door, his daughter Alana screams.
