Making A Bad Boy

It's Beautiful

Picture of Kyle to your right :) (I changed the cover btw, so don't be confused)

I pushed Kyle away from me and rushed upstairs, I took off my shoes, and put on some of Carson’s and used a towel to clean off most of the vomit. I couldn’t do much about the smell; I’d have to shower as soon as I got home. I rushed back downstairs to find Carson.

“Hey where did Carson go?” I asked the first guy I saw. He looked drunk but he managed to answer, “He ran outside a while ago chasing after a chick.” I sighed, I guess I was dealing with the cops then, Tina would not be happy.

I walked outside onto the porch where two police officers stood, “Good night officers” I said in my nicest voice. One of them smiled at me, the other held a permanent scowl. That was okay, I would just appeal to the nicer one. “Miss, this is the Brinks residence is it not? The nice one asked. I nodded, “Yes it is, but Mr. and Mrs. Brinks are out of town, and I can’t seem to locate their son”

They looked at each other, and then the mean one spoke, “Well where in the hell is he? We’ve received noise complaints, and by the look of things, there seems to be a lot of underage drinking going on young lady. So call up the boy.”

I wrung my hands, “I don’t know where he is” The mean one smiled, but it didn’t reach his hazel eyes. He really had nice eyes actually. I pinched myself, why the hell was I looking at his eyes. “Well, how about we come in and look around, make sure the boy ain’t hiding from us or nothing.”

I placed my hands on my hips, “I can’t allow you to enter the premises without a warrant, and I am not a resident here, so how about you guys wait till Carson Brinks gets here, and then we can all talk.”

The nice one’s eyes widened while the meaner one’s eyes narrowed, “What is your name young lady?” I suddenly felt uneasy; Carson needed to get his butt back here now. “My name’s Leigh Desmond” I frowned as the mean one took out a pen and pad, and scribbled what I assumed was my name onto it.

The nice one spoke, “Send these kids home Ms. Desmond, and make sure the ones who are unable to drive home have a ride with someone who is able. We will wait for Carson” he signaled to the mean one, “Come on, let’s wait by the road and make sure these kids are sober enough to make it home.” They exited the porch.

I walked back inside and told everyone to get the hell out. A lot of people moaned and groaned, but the few who had heard the police sirens exited as quickly as possible. I looked around and saw Kyle sleeping on the couch with a carton of milk in his hand.

I frowned, and made my way over to him, “Hey handsome, you’ve gotta get up, the police are here.” He sat up slowly and rubbed his forehead, “What?” he said softly. “The police are here” I repeated. His eyes widened and he pulled my face close, “Which ones?” he whispered.

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“I have no idea what their names are but one of them gives me the creeps.” Kyle sighed looking sober already, “Listen Leigh, this is important. Did one of them have a “sheriff” badge on? Come on think.” I thought back to the cops, I honestly couldn’t remember anything other than the mean one’s eyes, “One of them had hazel eyes” I told him. Kyle laid back on the couch, his hand over his eyes, “Please God don’t let it be my d—“

“Son! What in the hell are you doing here?” I looked up to see a pissed Carson, the angry cop calling Kyle son, and the nice one laughing. “Dad calm down, it’s just a party” Kyle said as he got up from the couch. He looked like shit.

His white t-shirt had alcohol stains and other things that I’ll assume are vomit all over it. His pants were wet as if he had peed himself (I hope he had just spilled his drink). And lastly he had only one shoe on.