Spencer Charnas One Shots

XXII. Drunk

* drinking, yelling, hs based

y/n/n - your nickname

"Where did you go to get back so late?" my mom asked me with a slur in her speech.

"I was out with friends," which wasn't a lie. I texted her and told her, she said I could. It wasn't even dark yet, only six.

She groaned, "Just get in the house." I nodded and walked in, seeing my step-dad on the couch. He didn't even look at me. We both knew what was going on and honestly we couldn't stop it.

"Are you making dinner?" she questioned as she followed me into the kitchen.

"I can make mac-n-cheese if you'd like," I said calmly, turning to look at her. I hated seeing her like this.

"Just forget it. You're mad at me."

I just looked away and opened the fridge, grabbing a water and the bag of cherries. I started to walk back through the kitchen to my room, but she had to say something.

"I know you're mad at me. I feel like you just use me," she said. I stopped in my tracks and just looked at the ground.

"How?"

"Buying you those things." Vapes. She was talking about vapes. I started it earlier this year. I couldn't help it.

I didn't want to be "cool." I didn't want to get addicted. It was just something that gave me a buzz. Something that could relax me, somehow. "I could say the same thing about you doing it with Howard," I spoke. Howard was my step-dad. He is really nice, he doesn't drink or smoke. We stay to ourselves mainly.

"Don't you bring him into this," my mom started to raise her voice. I could tell my breathing was getting shaky already. I tried to continue walking. "Get your ass back over here!" she shouted.

I turned to face her. "I'm not using him like you use me to buy those things for you. I never wanted you to get into that even though you did. You need me," she said in a normal voice. I felt a hot tear run down my face. "God, now you're trying to guilt trip me."

"I'm crying because I hate the way you act when you're like this! You blame me for everything! Your drinking, your money habits!" I yelled back, not meaning to, but my anger for the worst of me.

"Go to your room," she said calmly.

"That's what I've been trying to do!" I said loudly, once again.

"Go to your room!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. I ran towards the stairs and slammed my bedroom door, locking it and putting a wooden chair in front of it. I broke down, throwing all of the things I was carrying onto the floor. The first thing I reach for was my phone.

spencer, you at home?

yeah, what's up y/n/n ?

I need to come over. ur dad there?

nope, working night shift. already left for an early call. everything good?

idk. just unlock the door

of course

I threw the rope handing from my window down and put the water and cherries and a few other things into a different backpack. I threw it down, not having anything important, and I climbed down the rope. I'd done this multiple times.

I tugged the rope slightly and it fell down after me. I wrapped it around my arm after I put the backpack on and started running. I ran through the backyards of our neighbors until I was far enough away to where I wouldn't be seen on the sidewalk.

I didn't stop running though, adrenaline was rushing through my body until I got to Spencer's front door. I twisted the knob and it opened. I shut it behind me and rushed upstairs to his bedroom, old rock music playing. I walked in with tears streaming down my cheeks. I looked at him sharpening one of his pocket knives and when he saw me, he threw it down and walked over. "Y/n... What happened?"

"S- She was drinking a- and yelled a- at m- me.." I hiccuped out. His arms wrapped around me, even if he still had a healing tattoo, and he hugged me tightly.

"Oh.. You're safe here now.." he whispered, one hand in my hair and one around my back. I barely wrapped mine around his.

Spencer was my best friend. We met as freshman — now seniors. He wanted to go into music and I wanted to go into nursing. We made sure we were going to hang out every possible day. I had other friends, but they weren't as close with me as Spencer was.

He lead me over to his bed and threw the things in his floor, making a spot for us to sit down. I pulled away from him and tried to calm my crying, but it wouldn't stop. He put his soft hands on my cheeks and tried to calm me down.

It took a while for my eyes to stop leaking, and a lot of us just laying together, but I got really tired, really quickly. I was sitting in front of him, leaning back against his chest, as he played with my hair. Neither of us heard his dad come in, until he opened Spencer's door. "Spen-" his dad spoke until we both turned our heads towards him.

"D- Dad.. I thought you were working all night?" Spencer questioned with wide eyes.

"Another doctor got there earlier. Hello, Y/n." he smiled. I slightly waved back to him and gulped. "Don't worry, you can stay. I'll call some dinner in, okay?" Spencer nodded and his dad walked back out, shutting the door once again.

"I wish I had your dad.." I whispered, which caused him to chuckle.

"Maybe one day," he flirted. I just smiled, too tired to playfully flirt back. I just laid my head back on his shoulder and closed my eyes once again, starting to fall asleep. I tried to keep myself awake, but his hands brushing my hair and me leaning against his chest was too comfortable.

I was almost fully asleep until I felt a kiss be planted on my cheek. "You're always safe with me, Y/n/n.."

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