Darkside of the Sun

Chapter 25 - A problem

Bill's POV

When the sight of our beautiful house came to view I felt a warm and cozy feeling flowing thru me. Even though the situation we were both in was unpleasent, the sight of it just made me happy for a moment. And I held on to it, to that feeling, because I knew we were gonna have half of the world breathing down our necks for the rest of the year. The whole Luna drama, our dad...I would never, ever blame Tom for that. That monster deserved to die a painfull death. But Luna...I don't even know the whole story. Why did he kill her? Did she do something unforgivable? I mean you wouldn't just kill someone would you...

In the last 3 days I stayed at the hospital with Tom I had asked him for details many times. But I just couldn't get a clear answer. He would always give short answers and then change the subject. It's like he was embarrased of something.

The car came to a stop and I snapped out of it when I had a clear view of our garage. I looked to my left and Tom was already looking at me with a sad smile. I sighed and opened my door so I could get out. We made our way to the frontdoor before unlocking it and stepping inside. We both threw off our coats, kicked off our shoes and made our way to the kitchen.

"Jesus Tom" I spoke softly when I stepped in the kitchen and examined it for a minute. It was a mess. Walking further into the living room was a lot worse. It was as if a fucking bomb exploded in here. Various liqour bottles were spread all over the living room. It smelled like sweat, alcohol and honestly just death. Clothes were spread all over the place, this needed at least 3 days of clean time.

"Yeah..." He chuckled and scratched the back of his head. "I had many parties." He spoke unsure.

I looked him up and down and looked back at the mess. "Yeah right, I know for a fact you didn't have one party."

He chuckled nervously and walked back into the kitchen before sitting on bar stool. "You're right, I didn't." He smacked his lips together.

I began to walk to the opposite side of the kitchen island and spoke. "So what? You were drinking alone?"

His whole body tensed in an instant and he closed his eyes before speaking. "Uh...yeah I guess."

I scoffed and grabbed a glass filling it with water to the top. "You know Tom, maybe you shouldn't drink so much?"

His head snapped up and our eyes locked. He looked so confused, like he didn't know what the hell I was talking about. "Why sould I?" He spat.

I chugged the water down and smacked it on the counter. "Because it's not healthy." He scoffed and looked away. He knew damn well I was right. "Have you ever thought that maybe you have a problem?" I questioned lowly.

This was a subject I desperatly wanted to avoid. I have always known he had a problem, but I never spoke about it like this. It was hard and I didn't want to hurt him. And it always comes and goes, it's not something that is always there. Like he drinks for 2 weeks straight but then stops stone cold after that for 2 months. In the time he doesn't I just convince myself it's over, that he's better and will never drink again. But I'm always dissapointed when a month later he is on a binge again. I know he's hurting...like all the time, so I just don't say anything about it. And I curse myself everytime for it. It's stupid, what if he turns out as exactly the thing he fucking hates, despises. Our father. He was a drunk, a fucking monster. And I will kill myself before I let Tom turn out like him.

"A problem?" His look shows pure confusion. "And what kind of a problem would that be Dr. Phill?" He spats.

I know what he's doing, he knows I'm right so he's getting all snappy and bitchy. I sigh and rest my hands on top of the counter. "A drinking problem." I speak sternly.

He stands up and makes his way to me in a blink of an eye. "What the fuck are you saying drinking problem?!" He spoke while throwing his hand in the air. "I mean yeah I drink, but it's not to the point of alcoholism or something." He leans against the wall and crosses his arms over his chest.

"Yeah it is." I spoke sternly while facing him.

"No it's not!"

I roll my eyes and speak. "Come on Tom look around, this kitchen used to be free of bottles."

He scoffs and spat with rage. "Oh Bill give me a break, my life is practically over I deserve a fucking drink!"

I cuckle lowly and cross my arms. "Yeah I bet you tell yourself that everytime you're on a binge." I mumbled under my breath.

He pushed himself from the wall and made steady steps to me. "Shut the fuck up, you don't know how I fucking feel! You could never understand how much dad fucked me up, so don't give me that bullshit!" He yelled just inches before my face.

He got me there, he really did. I didn't know, because I wasn't even there. I'm always trying so hard to understand what is was like. But the truth is, I could never truelly understand how living with a abusive drunk was like.

I dropped my head and let out a long, heavy sigh. "Tom...you know I'm always just worried about you." I spoke resuring.

He didn't need time to answer that so just spat them in a matter of seconds. "Well don't fucking be, you're not my mother." He walked over to the fridge, pulled out a beer and began to walk away but not before our eyes locked for a second. "Oh don't give me that look, it's just a beer." He rolled his eyes and walked further.

"Okay fine, do whatever the fuck you want!" I paused and sighed. "But if you don't want to talk about this then talk about something else!" I yelled after him.

He slowly turned around and took a sip before speaking. "What should we talk about then huh?"

"Luna"