Living the Legacy (Fame #2)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

       I didn't like the sound of Dad's voice when he told me that we were going to have a family discussion. I knew it was serious and that I wasn't going to like it one bit. Unfortunately, I couldn't escape the discussion so I got out of my bed and made my way downstairs. Mom and Dad were sitting on the leather couch in the living room.

       "We need to talk," Dad said.

       "I got that," I said. "I know what a discussion is." I sat down on one of the chairs, wondering what they were going to talk about.

       Dad sighed for a long amount of time before saying, "You need to get your drinking problem out of control."

       "So I've been told," I said. "One or a hundred times."

       "We're serious, Hunter," Mom said. "With a baby on the way, it won't be safe."

       "What do you mean it won't be safe?" I asked. "I stay in my room when I drink and it never affected anyone. I know the baby is important, but so am I. I've been trying to get my problem under control for a long time."

       "Obviously a long time isn't enough," Dad said. "We need to get you professional help."

       My eyebrows shot up at the news. "Professional help?! I don't need professional help!"

       "It's the only way," Dad said. "It's how I fixed my problem."

       "But I am not you," I said. "Just because you were able to fix your problem, it doesn't mean I will. I'm already so busy with school and now getting tutored. I don't have time to get professional help!"

       "Hunter, we're trying to help," Mom said.

       I snorted a laugh, standing up from the chair. "You're trying to help? If you were really trying to help, then you would actually listen to me for once!" I turned around and walked out of the living room, heading straight to my bedroom.

       I locked my door and pushed the blankets that were hanging off my bed to the side. I hesitated before reaching under, something I hadn't done before. Violet's words from a few days ago echoed in my mind. If you ever feel upset about something, you could always call me.

       I sighed and grabbed my cell phone off of my nightstand and dialed Violet's number. She answered after two rings. "Hello?"

       "I need someone to talk to," I said quickly, tempting to just hang up. I never really talked to anyone about my problems before.

       "Is everything okay?" Violet asked.

       "No," I said honestly. "You told to call if I ever feel upset about anything."

       "Yeah," Violet said. "You want to talk about it?"

       I took a deep breath before sighing. "My parents want me to get professional help with my problem."

       "That's a good thing, right?" Violet asked.

       "No, it's not," I said. "Me getting professional help means that they're just getting someone else to help because they don't want to do it themselves. I just wish they would talk to me."

       "Do you want to hang out somewhere?" Violet asked. "It would help getting your mind off of things."

       Honestly, that sounded cool. I had never hung out with anyone before, mainly because everyone thought I was a loser and a loner. I didn't really care what they think, though. The joke's on them because they called the son of a celebrity a loser.