The Damn Lip Bite

25. Beer Bottles

I think I've pulled an all nighter, jks, insomnia broes

Warren

Me and Bryan took my car to his house. Though his house was just a ten minute walk away, my ass was in to much beautiful agony to even dare to walk. I pressed to accellerate when the traffic light turned green. New york, being new york was busy as always on saturday morning. I'm slowly getting used to the crowd though.

When we arrived at his place, I parked by his gate and we ran to their front step. The first thing we realised was that the living room window was broken and shattered beer bottles were outside. Their front door swung open and Ashton and his mum came out the door jogging towards their car and me and Bryan ran over to them.

"What happened?" Bryan insists.

"Typical, dad goes home drunk and goes ape shit and me and mum try to run away." Ashton explains, casually.

"Warren stay here with Ashton and mum. Call the police when you hear me scream." Bryan says but I wouldn't give. I can't let him go inside where his phsycotic father lays.

"No," I said firmly and was first to step into the house.

Their house was definately not in good terms. The framds were unbalance, the couch was littered with clothes. The couch pillows were everywhere the strong alcohol scent invaded my senses. I crept my way into the premises of the house slowly to meet Coach Ian by the window with a bottle of beer in his hand and him looking out his broken window.

"Dad?" Bryan calls out, coach spins around and sees me and threw the bottle towards my direction.

I quickly duck down and the bottle misses and crashed behind me instead. I shot up and stared at him as his eyes started to water and his hands started to shake.

"Dad what the fuck!?" Bryan scolds

"You," Coach growls pointing at me. "You ruin what me and Eliza have,"

"You two are never meant to be together. You have a family for fuck's sake!" I yelled.

"Eliza, Eliza, Eliza, god I'll never have enough of her touch. She's gorgeous and god, those curves." He sighs.

"Stay away from my mum you perve!" I shouted.

"Damn her, she's fucking hot. And oh that she make me feel so good. If it weren't for my fagly of wife, I would marry her." He says,

"That's enough," Bryan cuts in and takes hold of his father by his arms. "You, old man need to shower and get sober," He says more or less dragging coach to the bathroom.

"Let go of me faggot!" Coach yells.

"What did you say?" I confronted.

"Faggot, faggot, faggot!" Coach rubs that word in.

"Faggot isn't exactly the right word," I said quietly.

"Then what? Homo!" He yelled and the cold water sprinkled on him as he yelled once more, "Faggot!"

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I was sitting on the hood of my car as I puffed out a pool of smoke. Ciggarettes weren't exactly my forté so I settled for a non harmful alternative; peppermint rollies. It was simply mint leaves I rolled up into a tube and somehow turned it into something to use to forget.

When the smoke was released into the atmosphere, I could just feel relief. Coach was now in bed and the competition started. We had no choice but to not participate anyways. When I was done, I threw the rollie somewhere and got off the hood of my car.

I got into my car and sat down and leaned my chair back. I turned the radio on and some Maroon 5 single was on. I closed my eyes and just layed down.

Soon, I felt pressense beside me and I look up to see my mum sitting on the passenger seat.

"Where did you come from?" I asked.

"I was in the house the whole time. Ian locked me in the master bedroom," My mum explains.

"Thank god you're fine," I said hugging my mum tightly.

"You too," She says kissing my forehead.

Sleep is visiting, finally after two sleeping pills!! **TWO CHAPTERS LEFT :/