Why would I be fine, after its so clear that I screwed up my life last time, I could've killed people, drunk driving?really? What the fuck was I thinking? My mom came in, of course, they're gonna educate me, have "the talk" with me.
Dad: Really, I wasn't your fault.
Me:dad, we both know that I drove in that car, and that I was drunk.
Dad:no, that wasn't you, it was not the real you, you were just angry and not being yourself.
Me:*I looked at my mom with a blank face* mom?
Mom: you shouldn't had went out in the first place.
Me:I know, I forced myself to drinking.
Mom:who freaking bought you the drinks? *She got angry, her voice changed* what the hell were you thinking?
Wasn't she the one telling me that everything was gonna be alright? Look now.
Dad: *He rubbed my mom's back to calm her down* it's gonna be fine, he wasn't thinking straight.
Mom: I could've lost you last night, you could've died Jake, you know that, Oh My God, I can't even believe that this happened.
Me: *Tears ran down my chicks* I'm sorry, I won't do it again, I promise.
Dad:son, sorry won't buy the mistake that you made, that was a suicidal scenario.
Dad, you too, now you're preaching me too?..seriously what do I do?
Mom:you're going to rehab, learn from your mistake.
Me:what?! Mom, you're going too far with this.
Dad:*Whispers in mom's ear* you're not being yourself right now.
Me:I'm not going, you can't do this to me, I said I was really really sorry mom, I'm sorry. *I GRABBED HER HAND* please don't do this to me, please mom. I won't do it again.
Mom:Jake, not right now. *She leaves my room immediately*
Me:mom! Dad talk to her, don't send me to that place. I'm not an addict or anything.Im sorry.
Dad leaves the room following my mom. what to do?! Nothing, I'll just wait for mom to calm down.
I'm really scared about the thought of being in an alcoholic rehab. I'm not that kind of person.
I'll rather take therapy for depression, I'll admit it, I'm depress, I haven't been myself since Janette and I broke up.
Me:fuck! *I said angrily*
I laid on the bed facing up on the ceiling, and thinking about what they just said to me.
I ruined my life, I could've killed somebody, taking one's life. what was I thinking? These thoughts ran through me for a few minutes, processing it and get it through my head, it hit me hard that it knocked me to sleep.
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Teen FictionJake Anthony has to try to keep up with his daily life but he would have to get some space for his family too. In those days when his life goes in the hands of the paparazzi he tries to be strong for himself and his siblings Max And Emme. Their live...
