Shadows & Stars

Chapter 2: Drunk dilemma.

~Alexander's POV

I stood in front of the door at 2 am and before I could unlock it, my father opened it. I'm still drunk and my father's number one rule is to not drive when you're drunk. "Where have you been Alexander it's 2 am. It is not an appropriate time to get home!" My father hissed at me. "I'm sorry 'papa' that I'm bothering at such an inconvenient time." My sarcasm filled the room. 

"Don't you dare speak to me like that! I am you're father!" His British accent arrowed to my ear. "And I am your son, what's your point?"  I hissed back. "I am to be treated with respect in this house. Especially by my own son!" He yelled. "And is that alcohol I smell in your breath?" He continued.

"Dad it's not that big of a deal. I barely drank anything, and I ate afterword's. I'm fine really." I looked to the side. "No, you're not fine. Look at the way you parked your car." I looked back and realized I had parked my car extremely skew and barely in the yard. "Give me your car keys." I obeyed his order to avoid any further arguments. "And your keys to your Jeep, as well as your keys to your motorbike." He demanded. "Dad how do you expect me to get to school on Monday?" "I don't care. You should've thought of that before getting behind the wheel whilst you're drunk." He hissed once more, the accent piercing deeper into my head ache. 

"Dad why do you even still have a British accent. You haven't lived there since 19 years ago. It's hurting my ears." "How dare you disrespect my language like that with your filthy drunk mouth! Get to your room, and you are not to leave this house until Monday for school. And after that, I expect you to come back to the house immediately." "Yes dad." I obeyed and walked to my room. 

I woke up in my bed with the biggest head ache ever. If I knew the after effects of alcohol I'd never have put my lips on it. My phone rang and I answered it. It's one of my friends. "Hey Chris" I softly spoke and rubbed my fore head. "Oh so you feel terrible too?" He replied, also in a low voice. "Yeah I do, and just know I'm never drinking again." "Same, but it was fun though." "Yeah it was until my father took away my keys to my car, jeep and motorbike when I came home at two."

"Wait why did you get home so late, the party stopped at twelve?" He mumbled. "I don't kn..." Before I could finish my sentence, I remembered why. "Oh...Fuck..." "What is it?" He asked. "Oh no, I took Jessica to her house but when we got there..." I stopped speaking. "Oh no Alex. Did you and Jessica...?" "Yeah I think we kinda did..." I replied in shock. "Oh damn so you're going for the good looking ones!" He laughed out. "No it never should've happened!" I yelled out. 

After the call I fell back onto my bed. I was then interrupted by Daphne, our maid. "Mister Alexander, are you awake yet. I brought you your breakfast." She spoke through the door with her Mexican accent. "Daphne I told you not to call me that! You may call me Alex, and don't say mister to me. I'm not my father." "Oh okay sorry Mist... I mean Alex." She says annunciating the R's. "Daphne could you please leave my breakfast on the dining table, I'm not decent yet." I said still laying on my bed. "Okay Mist...Uhm Alex." 

When her footsteps faded down the stairs, I stood up and went to take a shower. After the shower I made myself decent by styling my hair and got dressed. I walked down stairs to make myself a cup of coffee and ate my breakfast. My father walked into the kitchen and greeted me. "Morning Alexander." "Dad don't call me by my full name! I hate it!" "Fine Alex." Thank you dad. And morning to you too." I replied quite irritated.

"I trust that you have slept well?" He spoke all prim and proper. "Yes father thank you for noticing." I said sarcastically. "I thought you would still be rotting in your room, seeing how drunk you were last night." I was about to speak again when my brother entered the room. The golden apple to my 'so precious' family.

His sparkling and 'pick me' attitude has won over my father. "Good morning father! How'd you sleep" His loud voice made my head pound. "Good morning David. I slept very well thank you for asking." "Dad may I please go to my room" I asked trying to act nice and hoping he'll give my keys back. "Yes Alex you may." "Wow you got dad to call you Alex now?" David asked. "Yes David I have."

The weekend went by pretty fast and I unfortunately didn't get my keys back. "Bye father I'm off to school." "Goodbye Alex, I trust that you will be home directly after school?" "Yes father." I left the house. Luckily Eli another one of my friends could pick me up. I waited outside for about 2 minutes until Eli arrived in his red sports car. 

"Hi Alex." He said with his proper rich boy accent. I go to a private school with a bunch of rich people, because my father wouldn't let me go to normal public school. His words were 'Our family is worth more than those schools could even think, and I will not have my son step foot on their grounds.' or something like that. "Hi Eli." I mocked his tone, and he let out a smile.

"So Chris told me and Jarred that you and Jessica hooked up?" He shrugged his eyebrows. Jarred is another friend of ours. "Oh really? He cant keep a single thing to himself can he?" "How long have you known him...It's nothing new." He kept focus on the road. "True." We continued to school in silence. 

As soon as we stopped in a parking I got out and walked toward the school doors. I was stopped by Jessica. "Hey Alex." She gave me a hug. I didn't hug back. "So wanna go get a coffee after school?" She asked. "No thanks." I said and continued walking. "Alex wait." She grabbed my hand. "Look Jessica, I was drunk and didn't know what was even going on. It never should of happened. Just keep things as they always were. I don't know you, and you don't know me. Got it?" I walked of. I do feel bad for her but she's such a 'pick me' and it irritates me.

After school I decided to walk home, cuz I wasn't feeling like driving with Eli again. I put in my air pods and started walking. My eyes were focused on my feet and then I bumped into someone. They fell to the floor. Before he could say anything I walked off, not in the mood to apologize. I got home and was met by my father waiting by the door. "Alex, thank you for being on time." "Dad, thank you for making me walk." I said sarcastically.