Change For Me (gxg)

15. Moe

Marlow's POV

We finally pulled up to my house and I parked my bike at the side of the house.

My dad's truck is still here so good.

When I hopped off my bike Rue was handing my helmet back to me.

"Thanks, come on." I said helping her off the bike and we headed over to the truck.

While she went around the car to the passengers side I tried to open the door, but of course it had to be locked.

Shit, he usually leaves it unlocked with the keys somewhere on the floor.

"Rue, I'll be right back just stay there." I said walking away as I heard a small "mhm."

I walked to the front door opening it cause of course he locks his car door and not the front door.

I pushed the door open slowly making sure not to let it creak.

I really really don't want to alert him that I'm here. That would just be horrible.

I walked more inside the house making sure to step over the creaky floor boards.

Now, where the fuck are the keys?

I looked near the door and on the floor, but nothing.

I walked to the kitchen, but I found nothing except for empty beer cans and smashed glass on the floor.

Guess I have to clean up again.

I moved onto the living room and there I saw my dad sprawled out on the couch with another beer can on the floor.

Well shit, he couldn't have been in his room or something?

I looked at the coffee table and couch he was on until I finally spotted the keys right next to him.

Just my luck, are you serious?

He's snoring so he wouldn't wake up if I just sneak over there, right?

I took a deep breath and mustered all my courage  to walk over, very slowly though.

After a few steps I finally stood infront of him, he had drool coming out of his mouth.

How much drinks did he have?

I slowly reached down to pick up the keys and I finally grabbed them.

Fuck yeah!!!

As soon as I reached my hand back up his eyes opened like something out of a fucking horror movie, and his hand latched onto my arm. 

What the fuckkkk!?

I jumped back but didn't really go anywhere with his strong grip.

"Marlow, you almost scared me sneaking up on me like that. You know I'm getting old."

You scared? I almost wanted to say but I'm not going to.

And also why is he so calm? I was sure I was gonna get a smack to the face.

"I'm sorry dad, can you uhm..let go? I have to go.. study." I said in a low voice.

Please, please just let me go.

But the only thing that came out from his mouth was a small chuckle. And it seemed genuine something I haven't seen in a long ass time.

"Marlow, Marlow. You know I always thought that was such a funny name. But your mother insisted." He said now looking at the ceiling with tired eyes.

My jaw clenched at the mention of my mom. He doesn't have the right to talk or even think about her.

"You always have that funny face whenever I mention her. You know your mother wasn't a saint like you think she was."