Earlier Today.
What a coward. I sit by her as I attempt to clean up the shards of the whiskey bottle, she smashed on the floor.
A woman that I am supposed to look up to. She used to hit me, we fought about anything and everything. Until I was finally old enough to fight back.
“Son…” She says in a husky voice as I stand up, pulling away from her grasp, “Be a friend and grab me some vodka, will you?” She grins as I walk over to the cabinet, taking out a full bottle and smashing it on the floor.
My mother stood up, rather tipsy her eyes fumed with hatred.
She was supposed to quit drinking. She was supposed to quit gambling and this fucking irresponsible act.
“How dare you get rid of that! It was good vodka!” She yelled, jittery, she slammed her hands on the cabinet, ravishing the alcohol that was left.
I couldn’t help but feel my tears start to pool. I couldn’t look at her, I let her stay in a large house filled with smashed vases, bottles, plates, and picture frames of a broken family. My father wouldn’t support her, which I wouldn’t blame him for doing.
But unlike him.
I loved my mother.
She might have hit me, and I took them and fought back, but I can still see the woman that used… to care.
I close my eyes, “Mother, I’m leaving.”
I mutter as she pauses to look at me, “Where are you going?” She drops the bottle on the floor.
The floor of a house that I fucking paid for her to live in. I provided for her. It should have been the other way around and yet it wasn’t.
Speaking of which, I may have to start fighting again to earn more money to help her out.
Yes. I know.
I shouldn’t keep hiding her away, not when she’s supposed to be in jail for tax fraud, embezzlement, and taking money from her clients’ accounts.
And yet I helped her. I hid her and I fed her.
“I’m spending the night at dads.” I pick up my jacket and walk over to the front door she rushes over to me, pulling my arm.
“No! Son, please don’t leave me.” She pleads as I avoid her eyes. “Come on let’s play a game of billiards,” She laughs as I pull away, opening the door before she even attempts to follow me all the way to Liam’s Estate. I lean on the door for a moment to retain a good composure, the last thing I need is for my best friend to see me in this much of a wreck. I cough out a cold breath, my eyes still blurry. I walk towards my car, pull out of the driveway, then drive to my father’s house first, greet my family, and play
some basketball outside on the court before I drive to Liam’s house.
And I did.
But still, I felt guilty.
I pulled my shirt off because it smelled like shit from my mother.
Still, I can smell alcohol all over me. It makes me sick to my fucking stomach. I feel winded as I drive faster, trying to run away from this miserable town. But I know I could never really leave.
I can’t bear the smell of alcohol.
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After a regular session of pissing off the perfect Adrianna Cassian, I set off to Liam’s house.
Staying at my father’s house for more than thirty minutes does
my head in. Every time I’m fucking there, he pisses me off or someone else fucking does.
The only thing that calmed me down was catching Adrianna in the act of sneaking back into her house.
I wonder if darling princess Adrianna ever had nights where she just wants to disappear. I doubt it. She thinks the world is her runway. She’s probably never had a fucking problem in her life.
I can’t stand her. I can’t stand the way she talks or even how her hair falls to her back so perfectly.
She tries too much.
I hate her smart-ass mouth, how stubborn she is, and those fuck me eyes she has. I can help teach her how to be obedient, with just a few punishments.
Oh, how I would love to tie her fucking—
“Yo Gray!” A loud bang on my window as Liam came into view. My eyes flash into reality and my angered thoughts leave my head, “You going to stay there forever, or are you going to get out of the car?” He sarcastically knocks on my car door.
“Yeah.” I open my side door and take a step out locking my car.
Liam furrows his eyebrows with a knowing look, “You can stay here for as long as you need.” I nod as he smiles.
“I think I’ll just be here for a day or two. I don’t want to leave my mom all alone in the house for that long.” I look up as his smile falters.
I’ve known Liam my whole life, he was practically my brother. Neil and Chris as well. All of them are. I could always escape with them. But I knew their thoughts about me and my relationship with my father. Sometimes to make myself feel better I think it’s tough love. Which it is. It makes me more substantial so why fucking change it?
“You spend the day with Emma?” He walks into the house as I follow. “Why would I spend the whole day with Emma?” I sneered as he
sighed.
“Right… I forget you’re a fuck boy.”
I pause, “Says you.” I threw my keys at him to hang by the coat hanger. “You know maybe I thought you were going to settle. She seems really
into you.” He laughs as I take a bottle of water from his stocked-up fridge.
“A lot of girls are into me.” I scoff, “What makes this one any different?”
I look up at him. “No one is the same as August.” “Has she reached out?”
He puts his arms up in surrender as I narrow my eyes, “No.” “But have you…?” His smile leaves his face abandoned.
“I’m going to tomorrow after the game, I’m going to win her back.” I smile. “I’ll do whatever I can to get her back.” Liam nods, “I know you guys never really liked her…”
“We don’t like her. She leaches onto you because of your money, and she just ended everything for no fucking reason. You ended up in the dump because of that.” Liam gave me a narrow look.
“She was there for me with my whole family situation.” I let out. August was there for me throughout all of it, until I pushed her away. I knew what I wanted, and I wanted her back.
“I know what I want and I’m going to get her back.” I swallowed as he looked away, “But enough talk about me, let’s talk about you.”
“What about me?” He’s nervous.
“Been hanging out with Margo, haven’t you?” I smirked as he suppressed a laugh.
“Don’t think I haven’t heard.” I assert.
Liam’s eyes held a type of warning, “Keep me and her out of your stupid need for rivalry with Adrianna.” He gives me the deadliest stare I’ve ever seen on his face. “I’m serious.” He turned away.
“Wait, you don’t actually like her, do you?” I mock, walking over to him as he throws a pillow at me.
He smirks, “Maybe I do.”
I threw the pillow back at him, “You know you can do whatever you want.” I sit on the chair across from him, “Or whoever you want… but Adrianna will make Margo end whatever it is you two are doing.” I stick a toothpick in my mouth.
“I know what you’re doing and it’s not going to work.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I smile, as he gives me a concerned look.
“Listen.” Liam narrows his eyes at me, “Margo made my fucking summer in Europe unforgettable.” He walks closer, “We were together the whole fucking time, and it almost felt like maybe we could work as a couple here too. So, you and Adrianna are not messing this up.”
I pat my friend’s back with a smirk, “You’re joking right?”
He smiles, “Of course.” He trails off, “Besides, you know I hate clingy girls. She was basically, up my ass the whole fucking time it pissed me off.” I leaned back listening to him, putting a cigarette in my mouth.
“She’s been blowing up my phone like crazy. I think I’ll just get a fucking new one.” He continues.
I smile, “There’s my boy. For a moment there, I thought you were tamed.”
Liam picks the cigarette from my mouth, placing it in between his lips. “I think I just stuck around because she’s honestly a good lay. Fucking
rocking body. She can take it well.” Liam blew out a cloud of smoke.
It seemed typical enough that Liam was like this with a girl. He was always the worst one out of all of us when it came to women.
He was smooth with the ladies. He could have anything he wanted at the snap of his fingers. But I knew him better than myself.
“You’re a dick.” I voice as he sends me a glare, “And you’re any better?”
I acknowledge the comment, “Yes. Yes, I am actually.”
He had been my best friend forever, and I knew he was trying to convince himself that he didn’t like Margo.
Bullshit.
“You ever think about fucking Adrianna?” He asks as I look up at him, my eyes pierced.
What? “No.”
I scoff, “Why do you ask?”
“You don’t think it would be so good?” He stands, picking up his hockey stick to twirl it, “The built-up tension. The hate.”
Fuck, maybe.
“No, I would end up suffocating her.”
Maybe she likes to be choked.
He laughs, “You’re right.” He sets a puck down and flips it with his stick, “You two would be so wrong for each other. It would be so fucking terrible.”
He pauses to look at me, “You couldn’t pull her.”
The fuck I can.
“Who said I can’t?” I stood up, taking the other hockey stick out of the bin, his house was large enough, he had a hockey ice rink downstairs, but he rarely uses it for actual hockey.
Liam laughs again, he squints his eyes, “Deal with it, Prince… she’s the
untouchable princess in New York.” He swings the hockey stick hitting the
puck in the net.
“ Whoever gets inside of her for her first time… Fuck, you know it’s heaven.”
I threw my hockey stick at him, “Enough. You’re making me fucking sick, she’s not even that fucking pretty let alone beautiful.”
I slouch on the chair once more, “She’s repulsive. She’s the type of girl to be a fucking fly on the wall you can’t get to leave your house.”
Liam pushes me, “Or the type you wouldn’t want to leave your house.”
I shake my head, “Knock it off, it doesn’t fucking matter whether she is mediocrely good looking, she is a fucking Cassian.”
Liam only drops his jaw at my comment, looking at me in disbelief, “And you’re a Prince.”
He looked sarcastically shaken as I took a deep breath out.
“Look, man. As much as you want to prove me wrong, and that I’m an asshole for even challenging you to get with her, I know that I’ve won this bet already.”
He pats my back firmly.
“You hate her?” He smiled looking like he was making a compare and contrast diagram.
“Great. She hates you more.” He walks in front of me, “Bottom line.
There is too much indifference.”
“ Fuck, imagine you two get with each other, your family would go fucking ballistic. And you don’t let your hate for each other just affect the two of you. Your families both hate each other, and friends can’t stand each other.”
I laugh, “And yet you slept with Margo?” I turn to look at him, “Her best friend since she was born?”
He defensively sat up straight, “Yo, come on Gray if you flip this from Margo’s point of view, she technically slept with Grayson’s best friend since birth, and thoroughly enjoyed every bit of it.”
I scowl, “Okay, so what you are saying is that… you’re both traitors.” “It wasn’t even that bad. You’re overreacting.” He coughs out as I roll
my eyes.
“Was she that good?” I ask, more curious if the s*x was worth it to my best friend. “Because it looks like she’s knocked your fucking screws off your robot brain.”
He grins, almost fucking giddy, like a fucking child who got more than needed presents on Christmas, “It was a good fuck over the summer.” He kicks his feet up on the table as I push his feet off.
“Over the summer… meaning…” I asked with a low volume as his eyes sent alarms, “Are you actually dumping her?”
“I thought you said you guys hooked up, last night after Maya’s party.” “And it was good.” He nods to himself as I listen to his words genuinely
not giving a fuck.
I then patted his back, “Will.” I sigh, making it sound as though I was going to ask a question.
“Gray.” He replies.
“I know how you get.” I smile nicely as he nods his head.
“Well, of course you do, you’re my best friend… but I’m lost on what you mean by that.”
Before he continues his sentence, I hit the back of his head causing him to curse out, “When you dump her, dump her for good. Margo is good looking, any guy would fucking love being in your shoes, so if you dump her, don’t flip the fuck out if she moves on with someone else.”
“We were never really labeled as anything.” He goes on a tangent, “I’m sure she doesn’t think just because we spent the whole summer together that I fucking love her.”
I slap his forehead this time as he attempts to think about why I am smacking the shit out of him.
But nothing, lights out I swear he has no fucking brain.
“I’m going to fucking bed. We have the first day of college tomorrow as sophomores and you’re already frying my brain.” I walk away as he continues to look at me with confusion.
A moment of silence as he speaks.
“Holy fuck.”
I don’t even bother to turn around to see his disbelieving face. I smack the door shut. Taking off my shirt, only to fall gracefully on the bed that was made by the Gods.
My vision blurred, and the sign for me to sleep came on, as I shut my eyes.
I hear the front door open slightly, making me jolt back up, with no energy to check, I fall back down to the bed.
