Oakley {BoyxBoy & FIN}

Chapter Four

Whoever that boy was, I could give a shit. He was too weird for my liking. I almost wondered why he wasn't like Aggie. She was normal. She was...unbroken. Not that I don't care for the boy or what he did for a living. I knew something was up about him, and I wasn't going to find out. It was none of my business.

I closed the door behind me and sighed in relief when I heard no footsteps around the house. I went straight to my bedroom and saw clean sheets on my bed. I furrowed my eyebrows, remembering that I didn't put my sheets back or take them out of the washing machine.

"I did it,"

I turned around and saw my dad—Curtis—leaning his shoulder on my door. I nodded and sat at the edge of my bed. He stood there for a couple of minutes before he joined me. I hurried away from him, anger boiling inside me. He tried to put his arm around my shoulders, but he saw the glare I sent him. He sighed and took something out of his pocket. Curtis placed it on my lap, and I read the first words before ripping it apart.

"The fuck is this? I don't need this!" I screamed.

"I knew you would say that. I think it would be best for you to see someone to get you cured," Curtis said and tried to hug me. 

I pushed him away and got up from my bed before I paced back and forth. I stopped in front of him and glared. "You can't make me go. I can't stand people, especially people like you."

"Like me? What the hell are you talking about?"

I groaned in annoyance. "People who always have to control others. I'm fucking sixteen, Curtis, I can do whatever I want."

Curtis looked like he was contemplating yelling at me or strangling me. He took a deep breath and said, "You're right, you're sixteen, but you're not an adult yet. Do you think just because your mother died, you could prance around like you own the place? I'm the one who takes care of you, not the other way around. Get your shit together, or I'm sending you to Aunt Lilith."

He stood up and dusted off his suit. I wanted to laugh at how stupid he looked. He glanced at me and left the room. I laid down on my clean bed and groaned in frustration when it smelt like Curtis cheap cologne. However, I couldn't complain that his cologne smelled like him; it smelled like home. It smelled like the old father I lived with before everything turned to shit.

My fingers danced around the silky sheets. I half smirked when I remembered today's girl's moan and how loud she sounded. Of course, it meant nothing, but it gave me great pleasure that I could make someone scream as loud as she could. I couldn't wait to get the sheets dirty again. I sat up and saw the little ripped papers on my bed. I frowned and decided to read what was left of the paper.

Help? Rehab. Meet others. Start again.

I almost wished I ripped the whole shit into pieces and burned the little blue paper. I sighed and walked out of my room to the kitchen. I saw Curtis drinking whatever was in his cup, maybe Whiskey, and went to the fridge to see a few fruits and juices.

"Do you want pizza again?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes and closed the fridge. "That's what we usually get, right?"

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I chewed my pizza as Curtis texted on his phone. I ignored the sound of typing and tried to concrete on what flower I should get my mother. I wanted to try and give her something, but I wasn't too sure about which flowers she loved the most. I didn't want to give her the "okay" flowers but give her her favorite and cherish them. My mind went to the boy, but I quickly erased that thought. So what if the boy knew about one stupid tree? He said it himself; it was going to die soon.

"Tate, you and I will be going to the cemetery tomorrow. Make sure to be dressed by five," Curtis ordered.

I raised an eyebrow. "It's been two months, and now you're visiting?"

Curtis's eyes turned cold, and he shook his head. "I'm going ignore what you said and pretended that you agreed with me. Throw the pizza box when you're done."

He got up and left me in the kitchen alone. When I finished my pizza, I threw away the pizza box and leaned on the counter. I looked around the empty kitchen and sighed.

"Fuck, I wish you were here, mom," I muttered.

I wished she was alive. 

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okay, I got a bit stuck on this chapter but the next chapter will be longer and more of the feud between tate and his father, Curtis. sorry if it's depressing but you know the character is sad and everything. by the way, my sister's computer is being a dick and I can no longer go on google chrome, so now I use internet explorer. :)