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don’t even know why you live here anymore. All you do is antagonize everyone. You being here stresses everyone out. You drive your mother to drink—”
“I drive her to drink?” I laugh. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. And you know what? I have no fucking idea why I’m still here. The only person in this family worth communicating with is Stace.”
Storming past him, I grab my keys and open the door, slamming it shut behind me. I head over to my car, pressing the unlock button and jump in the drivers seat. That’s it. I’m moving out. I can’t handle living under that roof anymore.
I head to the only place I know that will calm me down. A little bar on Main St where I know I’ll go unnoticed. Pulling into the parking lot, I turn off the ignition and get out.
Inside, it’s pretty empty. I walk over to the bar and take a seat, ordering a double whiskey, no ice. I slam it down and order another. Then another. The burning in my throat eases some of my pain, but not enough to erase it all. No amount of alcohol in the world could do that. Is this why Mom drinks? To forget her life? We’re so similar in some ways, yet so different in others. I hate her for not being able to stand up against Dad.
My phone rings. It’s Stace.
“Hey,” I say, rubbing my head.
“I need a huge favor, Sax. My ride left without me, and now Kara and I have no way of getting home. If Dad finds out I snuck out he’ll kill me.”
“You need me to pick you up?” I hesitate before continuing. “I can’t, Stace. I’ve been drinking.”
“Please, Sax, I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t desperate,” she begs.
I sigh. “Okay, fine. Text me where you are and be ready, okay?”
The girls are right where they promised to be. I pull into a park and wait for them to jump in. Before I take off, I check around me for cops. When I’m sure I’m safe, I use the back roads to head home.
“Kara staying at ours?” I ask, glancing at them in the back.
“No, Dad will know something is up if she is there in the morning,” Stace says, her voice alarmed. “Can we drop her off first?”
It means crossing a few main roads, but what the hell. If I get caught I get caught. The girls laugh and whisper as I drive. I purposely tune them out, because no doubt they’re gossiping about boys. If there’s one thing I know about teenage girls it’s once you hear you can’t un hear.
“Whose party was it, anyway?” I ask, interrupting their discussion.
“Just a guy from school. It was kinda cool, but then a heap of college kids came and it was all drugs and booze,” Stace explains.
“Your boyfriend?” I tease. Stace shoots me a glare while Kara giggles. “I don’t need to tell you how bad drugs and alcohol are for you, do I?”
“No, between you and Mom, I’m in no hurry to experiment. Trust me,” Stace fires back.
Ouch .
I swing the car into the left turning lane, glancing around me to make sure there’s no oncoming traffic before I push my foot down on the pedal.
“Sax, Wait—”
The sound of the car being crushed into a post interrupts her screams. My head flies forward, hitting the front window.
Pain surges through me as everything goes black.
Chapter Eleven
My eyes flutter open, the light streaming in through the open window nearly blinding me. My head is killing me. I glance at the crisp, white walls surrounding me trying to figure out where I am—something I seem to be doing a lot of lately.
Hospital . My head aches as I try to recall what happened. Am I hurt? I lift all my limbs. Apart from how hungover I feel, I don’t seem to be injured. I clear my throat and attempt to call out, almost not recognizing the strangled, croaky voice that fills the room. My hand fumbles for the buzzer. I press it and struggle to sit up. I need to know what the hell is going on.
A nurse comes in, rushing over to me when she sees I’m trying to sit up.
“Lie back down, Mr. Waite. You’re heavily sedated and in no
“I drive her to drink?” I laugh. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. And you know what? I have no fucking idea why I’m still here. The only person in this family worth communicating with is Stace.”
Storming past him, I grab my keys and open the door, slamming it shut behind me. I head over to my car, pressing the unlock button and jump in the drivers seat. That’s it. I’m moving out. I can’t handle living under that roof anymore.
I head to the only place I know that will calm me down. A little bar on Main St where I know I’ll go unnoticed. Pulling into the parking lot, I turn off the ignition and get out.
Inside, it’s pretty empty. I walk over to the bar and take a seat, ordering a double whiskey, no ice. I slam it down and order another. Then another. The burning in my throat eases some of my pain, but not enough to erase it all. No amount of alcohol in the world could do that. Is this why Mom drinks? To forget her life? We’re so similar in some ways, yet so different in others. I hate her for not being able to stand up against Dad.
My phone rings. It’s Stace.
“Hey,” I say, rubbing my head.
“I need a huge favor, Sax. My ride left without me, and now Kara and I have no way of getting home. If Dad finds out I snuck out he’ll kill me.”
“You need me to pick you up?” I hesitate before continuing. “I can’t, Stace. I’ve been drinking.”
“Please, Sax, I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t desperate,” she begs.
I sigh. “Okay, fine. Text me where you are and be ready, okay?”
The girls are right where they promised to be. I pull into a park and wait for them to jump in. Before I take off, I check around me for cops. When I’m sure I’m safe, I use the back roads to head home.
“Kara staying at ours?” I ask, glancing at them in the back.
“No, Dad will know something is up if she is there in the morning,” Stace says, her voice alarmed. “Can we drop her off first?”
It means crossing a few main roads, but what the hell. If I get caught I get caught. The girls laugh and whisper as I drive. I purposely tune them out, because no doubt they’re gossiping about boys. If there’s one thing I know about teenage girls it’s once you hear you can’t un hear.
“Whose party was it, anyway?” I ask, interrupting their discussion.
“Just a guy from school. It was kinda cool, but then a heap of college kids came and it was all drugs and booze,” Stace explains.
“Your boyfriend?” I tease. Stace shoots me a glare while Kara giggles. “I don’t need to tell you how bad drugs and alcohol are for you, do I?”
“No, between you and Mom, I’m in no hurry to experiment. Trust me,” Stace fires back.
Ouch .
I swing the car into the left turning lane, glancing around me to make sure there’s no oncoming traffic before I push my foot down on the pedal.
“Sax, Wait—”
The sound of the car being crushed into a post interrupts her screams. My head flies forward, hitting the front window.
Pain surges through me as everything goes black.
Chapter Eleven
My eyes flutter open, the light streaming in through the open window nearly blinding me. My head is killing me. I glance at the crisp, white walls surrounding me trying to figure out where I am—something I seem to be doing a lot of lately.
Hospital . My head aches as I try to recall what happened. Am I hurt? I lift all my limbs. Apart from how hungover I feel, I don’t seem to be injured. I clear my throat and attempt to call out, almost not recognizing the strangled, croaky voice that fills the room. My hand fumbles for the buzzer. I press it and struggle to sit up. I need to know what the hell is going on.
A nurse comes in, rushing over to me when she sees I’m trying to sit up.
“Lie back down, Mr. Waite. You’re heavily sedated and in no
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