Homecoming

Chapter 15

When my cell phone buzzed at half past eight in the evening, I flinched. Reluctantly, I lifted him off the table and looked at the illuminated display. Max called me. I gasped in surprise. What could he want from me?

With each ring, I decided to take the call, but it didn't work. I had no desire to communicate with him. The phone rang again. What if something happened to the boy? Fear overcame me and I finally accepted the call.

„Hello?"

„Ki...rs...ten...ten?" he asked into the phone, dragging the syllables on my name. I realized right away. He was completely under steam. "Is that you?"

"You're drunk," I shouted in horror. "Are the boys with you?"

"What, no! They're already asleep. "

I was extremely relieved.

"At least I hope so," he added after a moment, laughing out loud.

"You jeden the one," I shouted loudly, and in an attempt to get rid of the accumulated anger, I slammed my hand into the pillow on the couch. It didn't help.

"Well, just dig," he said gruffly. "You're all the same."

"Please?!" anger erupted in me.

"Don't play innocent here," he snapped. "So will you come for me or not?"

Until another rage of fury left me, I gritted my teeth before I could answer. "Where are you."

"Oh finally, it took," he laughed.

"Where are you," I asked him again.

„Peyton."

"Okay, I'll be there in ten minutes," I replied.

"I'll be waiting for you here, honey," his drunken voice said amused.

"I'm not your baby," I warned him, making the call as if he were laughing again.

I buried my face in my hands. "My God, why did I just give him my phone number?" I asked myself. "And why should I just help him?"

I just reluctantly got up from the couch. At a glance, I evaluated my appearance in the mirror, dug through my naughty curls with my hand, and pulled my hair into a rubber band. On the way out, I pulled on my jacket and left the apartment.

I drove in front of the bar, where he said he was supposed to soak up new energy. I reached into my jacket pocket and dialed his number. He picked it up right after the first ring.

"Are you here yet?" he asked me immediately.

"Yes, so get your bony ass up and come out," I replied, brutally ending the call.

I had noticed before that you liked the angle of the bottle and it was starting to worry me. After all, he had two small children who were constantly worried about him. I wondered if I should talk to him about his drinking. It wouldn't hurt, but certainly not today. I did not have the slightest desire to feel on my own body the consequences of his furious seizures in combination with a drunken - unpredictable nature. Maybe tomorrow if he feels better and if he doesn't make fun of my every word.

He finally showed up at the bar door. I got out of the car to see me better and waved at him. I sighed loudly as I could not help but barely stay on my feet. I closed the car door behind me and walked over to him.

"Hi," he blinked a few times and put his arm around my shoulders. Better said, he fell on me like a sack of potatoes and I almost bent to the ground under his weight.

"Do I see well? Are you wearing pajamas? " his eyes gleamed wildly.

"Oh, shut up," I hissed.

"You just told me to shut up?" he looked at me as if he didn't believe his own ears.