Addicted {bxb}

XIII

I found myself standing in the kitchen after a week went by, watching my parents too focused on their phones to even acknowledge me. They probably didn't notice that I was standing right in front of them considering they didn't say good morning to me. The past five days they've been busy with hosting events at the second house which I didn't mind. I assumed it was because they knew I wanted to throw another party at the main house. Whether that was the case or not I still wanted them to at least notice me.

"Can I borrow some money?" I decided to ask just to break the silence.

"How much do you need?" my dad asked, still looking at his phone.

"Whatever you're not using," I said with a shrug.

"All you're going to do is spend it on alcohol," my mom said, jumping into the conversation.

My mom always questioned me about my actions because she cared about the image of the company more than my dad did. Afterall, she's the one that started the company before they got married.

"So can I get some money or not?" I asked, ignoring her comment.

"I sent it," my dad said.

He stood up from the barstool he was sitting on then made his way down the one hallway that was off limits to me. Only reason was because that's where their at home office was. After checking my phone to see the amount he sent me I decided to leave the kitchen. As I made my way to the front door I was stopped when my mom said my name. I turned on my heel to face her.

"Yes," I said in a tone that failed to hide my annoyance.

"When is this going to end?" she asked and for the first time I could sense the worry in her tone.

It made me begin to think whether or not she was actually worried about me for once. Wondering how I was going to end up.

"I don't know what youre talking about," I said with a simple shrug of my shoulders.

"Yes you do," she said, taking a step towards me. "Asking for money just to spend it on drugs and alcohol. Why can't you just let it go? Why can't you at least try to change? Try to do better for this family."

"I don't see a point in doing that," I said in a nonchalant tone. "You and dad don't seem to notice me. This morning proved that you both are too busy with work."

"I noticed you Justin," she said. "That's why I'm having this conversation with you right now."

"A little too late don't you think?"

"Well, I've noticed you've been spending more time with Maricio," she brought up and it took everything in me not to roll my eyes. "Surely you'll take a page out of his book."

What she didn't know was that Maricio had taken plenty of pages out of my book. So there wasn't a lot left of him that I could pick up on. Still, hearing her compare me to him once again always sent me over the edge.

"Honestly mom I dont think you'll ever understand," I said, hiding the pain.

"Then help me understand," she pleaded but I shook my head.

I turned away from her, pulling the front door open, finally being able to leave the house. Sure anyone could see that she was trying to be in my life again but I knew it was only for the business. It's always going to be for the business and their image. The Park image.

When I got to Randy's trailer that he bought three years ago from some guy, I joined them in their smoke and drink session. Oscar was rolling a blunt while Randy smoked a pre roll that filled up the entire area we were in. It's been some time since I last hung out with the cousins since my dad basically kicked them out of the house without saying anything. He didn't approve of them but that wasn't going to stop me from hanging out with them. They were the only two people I wouldn't mind calling my friends.