Late night, the fire on it's last legs, and the mood has shifted. All hype for the part has settled down along with the fire. Miles so zonked, he's started talking about J.K. Rowling is actually Rita Skeeter, and everything in the books was real. And J.K. Rowling is just a pen name.
Takumi was equally zonked. He was wide eyed, and listening to every word Miles said. Cory was passed out. He got to close to the fire and was also zonked, and thought he was on fire. He panicked while we laughed and he stripped down to his boxers. He ran around until he tripped and faceplanted. Asleep on impact. Scooter adjusted him so he wouldn't puke on himself.
Scooter had gone quite on his sixth beer. Just sunken in his chair, watching the dwindling fire. Sadie had a sugar crash on her fifth cherry Dr. Pepper. She passed out about thirty minutes ago, curled up in my lap like a cat. My neck slick with her unconscious drool, face buried in my neck.
I was on my second beer, my mind feeling slightly fuzzy from the alcohol. I didn't like it much. Probably why my beer is half empty.
"She asleep?" Scooter said softly, after more than two hours of not talking.
"Out like a light," I chuckled softly. He chuckled too.
"She tell you much about our family?" Scooter asked suddenly. I shook my head, "Makes sense I guess... she was to young for the most of it."
"...What was your family like?" I asked. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to hear about Sadie's parents.
"Our mom..." Scooter started. "Was not the best. She never acted like a mom, or even cared to be a mom. Our dad... he was really nice. He tried hard to take care of us. He even protected us from mom when she drank to much."
"How'd he go to prison?" I asked.
"Bad decisions and wanting better lives for his kids," he smiled softly. "Caught a nine year bid for Burglary, when Sadie was six. Got a couple more years cause someone tried to shank him. He was fine but got more time. He actually get's out around Christmas. I haven't told little one yet so," he smiled and held his finger to his lips.
"Not a peep from me," I smiled.
Scooter sighed, "Our mom.."
"It's alright if you don't wanna talk about it," I said.
Scooter smiled. "No need broham. You're practically family already. But you have to promise me not to tell Sadie the full extent of what our mother did. And never tell her what I did for Sadie. Promise?" he got early serious quickly, sending a shiver down my spine. "If Sadie knows what I did for her, she'll never forgive herself."
"I promise," I said. Sadie shifted on my lap, her lips smacked a couple times in the crook of my neck, before she settled back in.
"She sleepen still?" Scooter chuckled. I nodded slightly. "Our mom..." Scooter sighed. "She... I don't know how to start," he chuckled and took another drink from his bottle. Emptying it, and tossed it into the dying fire, sending embers into the air.
"You can take your time," I said encouragingly.
He smiled, watching the embers. "She... wasn't a nice person. Hateful, racist, abusive, neglectful, cruel, and just plain... mean. Never met anyone more sour than her." He scoffed to himself and pulled out another bottle from the cooler. He popped the cap off with one of his rings. He then snapped the cap at Takumi, thunking him right in the forehead.
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Skate to Oblivion
Teen FictionKasey Morgan at 14 was a professional skateboarder, in the biggest competition in his life. But one mistake landed him severe injuries that almost killed him. Now he's 17 depressed and refuses to acknowledge the skateboarding world again. HIs family...
