Wasteland

Chapter 10: Vodka and Soda

Sid

The large and elegant beach house loomed me and Phoebe. I breathed in the salty air from the beach behnd it. 

"This is a huge ass house. Is this where you live?" Phoebe asked. 

"No. I just come here a lot." I replied. I took her hand and lead her to behind the house. 

"Aren't we trespassing?" She asked. 

"You drink and smoke even though you are underaged and you care about a little trespassing?" I asked walking to the back of the house. The house's private beach had nice white sand and a wooden peer overlooking the lake. 

"Oh come on a beach! I hate beaches." She gagged. I chuckled while kicking off my converse to walk in the light colored sand. 

"Don't get your panties in a twist,  Phoebe." I laughed looking up at her. She sighed and pulled off her combat boots. 

"You could have got me a little more drunk. I might have enjoyed this more." She mumbled. I laughed at her and she looked up at me and smiled slightly. I really liked her smile. The way her lips curled and the dimples on her cheek. We have been hanging out all the time the past few weeks. We mostly been ditching school or hanging out at her house so we can smoke pot and drink vodka and soda. 

We talked random and stupid stuff like most stoners. But sometimes when we were both drunk enough we would end up sleeping together. It would just be quick and meaningless. We aren't dating or anything. But I think she would even get fake drunk just to sleep with me. Like that's all she cared about. I tried to forget about all of that thought and walked through the hot and soft sand while she followed. She jumped onto my back giggling like crazy and we both nearly toppled over but I balanced her on my back. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips and I hooked my arms around her legs so I can carry her. Her legs felt smooth and firm. I walked onto the wooden pear and we looked at the dark blue ocean. 

"Don't drop me in the water by the way." She said. 

"Oh well I wasn't going to do that but you gave me the idea..." I said smirking.

"I'm serious! I can't fucking swim! Would you take pride in drowning me? Put me down if you are going to throw me in." She said squirming but I kept her up. 

"Calm down! I'm not going to throw you in." I said. 

"Don't worry i'm not going to throw you in I promise." I reassured. 

"Thank God. That was a close one." She sighed loosning her arms around my neck. I quickly spun around and she slipped and fell into the water with a splash and dissapered under the surface.

"SIKE!" I yelled laughing like crazy. When I was done laughing I looked down at the water waiting for her to come back up and probably kill me. But she didn't come back up. I looked down at the water confused. It's not that deep at all. I quickly remebered her saying she couldn't swim and my eyes widen. "Oh fuck!" I gasped jumping into the water. I found her tangled in a bunch of seaweed and carried her back to the sand while pretty much having a heart attack. Her wet, dark brown hair matted her face and her eyes were closed. 

"Don't die on me Phoebe!" I begged shaking her shoulders. "Holy shit she looks like a dead fish." I said to myself looking down at her. "Oh right, I have to give her CPR!" I realized. I leaned down to her lips but I felt a cold, wet hand slap me hard across the cheek and I stumbled back in pain. 

"You fucking threw me into the water and then called me a dead fish you shithead?!" Pheobe yelled glaring at me.

"I'm SORRY! It was supposed to be funny!" I defended covering the side of my face. She gave me the stink eye and I chuckled slightly.

"You are so immature." She said dusting the sand off her back and hair. 

"Are you leaving now or something?" I asked. She put her hand on her hip and studied me closely.

"I guess not." She sighed shrugging. She smiled again slightly with the smile I knew so well at this point. 

Phoebe

We both sat on the deck of the house looking out into the ocean while my head was rested on his shoulder.

"This place is so pointless. The big house and the fancy private beach is just so annoying." I gagged. 

"I love it here honestly. The owners is a rich couple who are barely around and they don't even notice when I steal food from there fidge." He said. I looked at him confused. 

"Why are you stealing from these people? Dosen't your mom make enough meals for you at your home?" I asked. He looked down at his feet trying to avoid eye contact with me. 

"No... considering I live on the streets..." He said trying not to look at me. My eyes widened and I turned my head to look at him with shock. 

"What? For how long?" I asked.

"For... 5 years now I think?" He sighed like he was ashamed about something. 

"Why are you living on the streets? What happened to your parents?" I asked taking his hand and trying to look into his eyes, but he kept on looking away. 

"My dad... my dad was a piece of shit, and he treated my mom and I like shit. He got my mom pregnant with me when she was 15 and he was 28. She had to give up everything and run away with him. He was a crack addict and abused her every day. When I was born I was just another punching bag for him. My mother and I were stuck in this cramped apartment with him and it made my life a living hell. He made her go into prostitution so he can get money for drugs. She got HIV and became pregnant because of it. My baby sister, Erin, was born almost 2 months early. I was 13 years old and took the beatings from my father so he woudn't hurt Erin and my mom, who was getting sicker everyday. One day it became to much for me and I knew I would be killed if I stayed there, so I left and never went back."

I listened to him quietly has he told me about his past. The pain in his eyes was so overwhelming to me I coudn't even look into them for long. 

"Sid... i'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry you went through all of that." I gently said "What happened to your mom and sister?" 

"I don't know... I haven't seen them since I left."

"Why didn't you take them with you?"

"What are you talking about? I would never be able to care for them on the streets."

"Why did you just leave them with your dad? They could have died in there!" 

"How they fuck can you say that? Do you think I don't know that already? I did what I had to do!" Sid snapped at me. He looked at me with anger instead of sadness and pain like before. 

"Don't talk to me like that! I'm trying to make you feel better!" I argued, taking my hand off his. 

"I don't need you to make me feel better. Don't ever tell me that I was wrong for leaving my mom and sister because I already fucking know that. It was the hardest decision of my life leaving them but I had no choice. I almost died the first month of me living on the streets, how could I have taken care of my dying mother and a baby too?" He shouted. He got up and started to stomp away from me. I scrambled to my feet and tried following him.

"Sid wait! I'm sorry! I never-"

"Whatever Phoebe! Just leave me alone!" He snarled. I stopped in my tracks and watched him walk away from me with his hands in tight fists. 

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hiiii lmao. It's been awhile oops. I'm so sorry about how long it took me to update this! I now have a diffrent job so I have more free time. I figured I would finish this chapter and publish it. I just turned 21 a few days ago so consider this a lil birthday present ahhh.