Duck Around and Find Out

It had been eight days since his call with Donald, and Micky had to get out of this house. He was going crazy. He was going insane. Everywhere he looked, he was forced to view the happy, colorful family photos. He saw his daughter, a seven year old who had looked up to him like he was some kind of hero. But Micheal Mouse was no hero. He was a fraud. Micky saw his wife, soon to be ex-wife. The same wife he has gone through hell with. He remembered when her mother had passed. How he had told her he would always be there for her. Micheal was not there. He wasn't anywhere. He was lost somewhere that was worse than hell.

Nine days after his call with Donald Micheal drink every bottle he could find in the liquor cabinet. He smashed every picture of him and Minnie together before passing out on the kitchen island.

Ten days after his call with Donald, Micheal was getting ready for his job, children's television star. Micky might have been a lot of things, but he wasn't someone who would miss out on a paycheck. He came home and cleaned up the glass.

Eleven days after his call with Donald, Micheal called him again. He wasn't sure why he did. Micky didn't think he was ready to talk to him. But he was lonely and knew that Donald would drink with him. It reminded him of their college days. The late night drinking and the conversations they couldn't remember. Donald didn't pick up.

Twelve days after his call with Donald, Micheal woke up to a call from Donald. "Hello? " Micheal asked, confused and slightly hungover from the night before.
"Hey.. you called me yesterday? I was at work."
"Yea, well, I wanted to see if you wanted to go out and grab a drink. It's fine. I went by myself." Micky talked while he walked to the bathroom to start his daily routine of sobbing in his bathtub. (Real)
"Oh shit man sorry. I can come out tonight if you want? Maybe we can grab dinner. " Donald replied, his tone clearly filled with uncertainty. Like he wasn't sure if he was allowed to ask Micky that kind of thing.
"Nah, I'm good. Look, Don, I gotta go to work. I'll call you later. " Micheal hung up and was pretty sure he cut Donald up. But he couldn't care less. Sure, he did love the duck in some way, but he had bigger issues. Minnie had sent the divorce papers and wanted full custody of both of his children. It was insane to Micheal how she could expect him to just sign the papers. To give away his children. Didn't she know that the children would never be alive without him? The whole situation was infuriating and messy. Micheal just wanted to avoid all of it.