𝑨𝑫𝑫𝑰𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺

CHAPTER 5

Jay

I wave my friends goodbye, as I park my yamaha r1 infront of my house. I love motorcycles more than cars. My favorite one is my r1 in black. "Text me when you're home", I shout. They both nod and speed off. I took off my helmet and gloves and was about to enter the house, when I hear glass breaking.

My parents were in the middle of a screaming competition, but that wasn't something new. Mom probably drank too much wine and Dad probably drank too much whiskey. They always argue when dad is at home.

What he rarely does now, but today is my lucky day i guess. My dad is a two-faced manipulator. He is a liar, a cheater and a completely broken man.

I don't know how Mom could possibly marry him. And yet, she still hasn't divorced him. "I know you had something with her!", Mom shouts. I could see from the window that she tried to throw the glass bottle at his face, but she missed a couple inches.

"Leave, James! Go back to your whore!", she yells. And as always, dad storms out of the house, leaving the argument. It was already dark outside, the moon shined brighter today.

My dad slammed the door behind him. "Jay? What are you doing here?", he asks confused as he noticed me. He had his suit o like usual. To be honest, I never saw him without one ever.

I pointed with my thumb behind me. "Just came back. I was out with Kaan and Nicolas." I'm out every second day with them, but of course he didn't knew. He doesn't even know my birthday, or the colour of my eyes.

"Your mom acts crazy again, ask her if she took her pills yet", he takes out a cigarette and lightened it. I press my lips together, trying not to just punch him in the face instead.

Dad takes the cigarette in his mouth, before inhaling it. "I heard that Nicolas is helping his dad at his company out?", he suddenly asks. I nod slowly, knowing what he's going to say next.

"And what about you? When do you finally want to help me run the company, huh? You've already wasted enough time", Dad looks at me, his voice getting louder.

I'm not saying anything. He looks at me again and then shakes his head. "Are you deaf?", his voice has a deep undertone.

"I'm..not ready yet", I murmur. I'll never really be. "Are you kidding me? You're almost 17. And if you think you can just play basketball and ride motorcycles for the rest of your life, then you're very delusional.", Dad suddenly shouts. Yep, today was it the whiskey.

I clench my jaw. I would already have punched him in the face if it weren't for mom. She always talks so good about him when I'm around, but when I'm not, then this happens.

Firstly, I'm already 17, turning 18 in a few months. Secondly, i can play basketball and ride motorcycles for the rest of my life, that's my choice. And thirdly, just fuck off dad, okay?

The thing is, i really have to take over the family business because of my grandfather. My grandfather started the family business, and i want to make him proud, even if he's not here anymore. He was the only one that understanded me in this family. But he died because of cancer a couple of years ago.

I'm just doing all of this shit for him. I walk past him and enter the house, still hearing him shouting behind me. I didn't wanted to argue with my dad, who was clearly drunk.

I slam the door behind me shut.

"Mom, wait! Let me help you", I rush to her. She's sitting at the floor, trying to clean the mess up all by herself. "Let go off me, James!", she yells and pushes me away, so that i loose my balance and crash into a desk.

The pain in my back stings so badly that I have to hold my breath for a moment, before getting up. "Mom, you're drunk. Go to bed, I'm gonna clean the mess up", I say calmly.

She breaks down in tears. "I'm so sorry Jay. I don't know what's going on with me..I'm so tired and everything is so-", she sobs.

"It's okay. Everything will be alright, okay? You need to rest now. Don't worry about the mess. I'm gonna clean it up", I say while holding her hand. I clean up after accompanying Mom into the bedroom. The glass was everywhere, but I think I could manage to find every single piece.

I wash my hands and look into the mirror. I can't blame my mom for mistaken me for dad. We look alike. And I hated myself for looking exactly like him.

I take my phone out of my pockets.

17 missed calls from Nicolas
23 new text messages from Kaan

Shit, i forgot that we planned to call each other after the races. Suddenly, I remember yesterday's party. I can clearly remember the look on Kalilas face when she saw me without a shirt.

Right, the shirt. She still has it. I grin at the thoughts that my shirt is probably now in her bedroom or something.

After a few text messages with some students, I manage to get her number.

I smirk as I send the first words.

Does my shirt still smell good?
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