How To Stay Afloat (BxB)

Chapter 89: Maybe I'm cursed

"Do you have sex with Austin?" Mom asks me as we sit down in the car.

"What?" I ask her shocked.

"You have only been dating for two months. I'm not sure if you already do it after that amount of time." She says.

"Mom! Can we please not talk about that?" I ask her.

"Yes or no?" She asks me.

"Mom! This is none of your business!" I protest.

"But you know that you have to use protection, right?" She asks.

"Mom! Stop!" I say and run my hands down my face. "I know all that. I'm eighteen, I know that stuff."

"Okay. I just wanna make sure you know what you're doing." She says.

"I know what I'm doing. Please just stop talking." I beg her. "I can assure you I won't get anyone pregnant."

How does she not know? We're two teenagers with raging hormones. How the hell could we not have sex? I'm also pretty sure I told dad I'm gonna have a lot of sex with Austin when I wanted to make him uncomfortable.

"Okay." She finally says. "But you know you can come talk to me if you have questions. We don't have to make it awkward."

I chuckle. "Yeah. I'll come ask you if I have questions regarding gay sex, which I'm sure you're an expert in."

She shakes her head and doesn't respond after that.

"How are you feeling?" She asks me as she pulls onto the street.

"Good." I answer.

"Does the cut still hurt a lot?" She asks me hesitantly.

"Not a lot, just a bit when I accidently touch it and move my arm around a lot." I explain to her.

"And how are you feeling?" She wants to know.

I shrug. "Good. As I said."

"Are you sure?" She second guesses.

I sigh. "Noah is gone. That's all I ever wanted. I'm feeling good." I say.

"Sammy. Do you want to talk to the same therapists you had before? I think it wasn't a bad program you had." She suggests.

I shrug. "I don't know. Maybe?"

"Okay. I'll see if you can get into the program again." She says.

"Thanks mom." I tell her.

"You smoked weed?" She asks.

I let out a loud sigh. "Yeah. Sorry."

"Anything else?" She asks.

"LSD after christmas." I explain.

"Where did you even get that?" She asks me disappointedly.

"Brought it from the clinic." I answer.

She raises her eyebrows. "What?"

"Yeah. The rehab wasn't really going the way it should have." I admit.

"And that means?" She asks me.

"That means I took more drugs there than I did at home." I confess. "LSD. A couple of times."

"Sammy! Why would you do that? You said yourself you wanted to get clean!" She says shocked.

"I tried." I tell her, looking out the window. "I'm sorry, I really did. But it looked fun and I was frustrated and couldn't say no."

"I'm gonna call the clinic and tell them." She says.

"That doesn't help, mom." I say. "They won't find anything and they won't be able to stop drugs from getting in as long as visitors are allowed." I explain. "Seriously, the only thing that can stop that are regular drug tests."