Love Sick/Lachambers

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Christopher Chambers

I watched as Gordie walked home and smiled, not sure why, but it's pretty hard not to smile at Gordie. Happy go-lucky kid, or happy go-lucky kid on the outside.

But when I got home my dad was standing across from where the door was, drunk as fuck. He started charging at me for no reason so I dodged him but he still grabbed me.

"Dad what?? I didn't do anything!" I yelled. A big whiff of my dads breath got in my nose, fucking gross old man.

"You know what you did! You drank my last beer!" He yelled back, gripped the collar of my shirt. The pressure he put against my chest to the wall was always more than enough.

I stared at him right in the eye. "I didn't drink your beer! I was gone all day! It was probably Eyeball, now let me go you- let go." No matter what I could call my father, he always brings it back with something worse. So I've just given up with calling him shit, though I desperately wanted to call him anything I could.

"Go fuck yourself you god damn mistake." He said, slamming his fist into my cheek, his palms were so sweaty they slipped and knocked me in the nose, causing a drip of blood to fall.

"Dad. I'm telling you I didn't drink your fucking beer. Now let go."

He glared at me before ripping his hands away as I fell to the ground.

Asshole.

I thought it everyday but never said it. God knows I wouldn't make it to the next day.

As I wiped the drip of blood coming from my nose, I decided to leave the house.

Once I was finished putting a few of my things in a bag I yelled, "I'm leaving for a few days!" To my dad, so he wouldn't hide me when I got back.

He replied nothing, probably drank more and passed out. Old mans a fucking mess.
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When I left the house I knew exactly where I was going. Down to the spot me and Gordie had built when we were twelve, we've been going there for three years now. Seems like forever until you think of all the memories and fun times we had in that spot. It goes back to feeling like just a week.

Ever since me and Gordie built the little piece of shit camp anytime either of us is sad we go there and hang out. It's mostly Gordie, but I'm always there for him. Now I have to be there for myself. Light the fire and just sit there. Thinking about all the fun and happy memories that took place in that camp.

About ten minutes later I made it to the shit hole, just to see Gordie sitting there too.

"Hey..Gordie. What are you doing here?" I asked, setting my stuff down and sitting next to him. The fire was already lit, and Gordie looked confused in a sense.

"Hey man," he looked up at me. "I've just been thinking about some things. Figured this was the best place to go y'know?"

"Yeah. What you been thinking about?"

"Oh it's nothing really..Parents stuff.." He scratched the back of his neck and looked into my eyes as I stared back.

"Like what..?" I said that slowly, my eyes turned to his lips. Small, thin, pink, without knowing I licked my lips before looking back into his eyes.

After our stare lasted well over a minute he looked away and down.

"Gordie.."

"I just..I'm so sick of my parents never acknowledging me." His voice grew louder. "I would do anything just for a conversation, is that too much to ask??"

"No.."

"No! Which is why I've come up with some sort of plan.."

"What's that?" I put my arm around him and scooted closer, making him feel more comfortable.

"Well..I've been thinking about how much my mother loved Denny for his girlfriends. If I got one, even if I didn't love her, would I get that same respect..?"

At that moment I felt a streak of betrayal run through my body. He came out to our spot to tell me he's getting a girlfriend.

"Oh- uhm..Yeah good idea,," I studdered.

Sorry this was such total ass lol
I'm truly not that good at writing stories I just read all the other ones so I had to write one of my own haha