7am, 2 Bottles & The Wrong Road

7am, 2 Bottles & The Wrong Road - Chp.5

WARNING! Sex, narcotics and violence references. Apologies if this offends anyone.

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My eyes sprung open as i heard the door slam. Jack slid down the inside of my door with his hands over his heart, looking relieved.

"Jack, what the fuck are you doing in my room." I asked with a glare and gritted teeth.

He looked up at me with wide bloodshot eyes, hair messed up and clothes looking pretty shitty. I looked at the time and winced when i saw it was only 8am. Wait, had he just got home?

"Mom...Dad...." Jack muttered between breaths.

"What are you talking about Jack?" I asked, running my hand through my hair in frustration.

He tried to stand up, but he was swaying and staggering. He got closer and reached his arms out to the bed and slowly lowered himself onto it.

"They're home. I'm fucked up, can't let them see this." Jack told me. I frowned because that still didn't answer my question as to WHY he was in my r-

Wait WHAT? Mom and dad are home?

It has been 3 weeks since they were last here, which is not out of the ordinary as they are constantly away with business, but they could at least warn us when they were coming home. Shit.

"They're home? God. Okay.... wait but why do you need to be in here? What's wrong with your room Jack?" I asked him, but it looked as if he had already fallen asleep.

"...they won't find me here..." He mumbled into the bed sheets. I sighed and threw off my bed covers and walked into my en suite. I was not in the mood to face them this weekend. I thought about everything my mom would probably say to me whilst i brushed my teeth.

"Lita you know, your hair really could do with a cut"  I impersonated.

"Here's $50 for a manicure... you need it."

"But this dress would make you look SO lady like and beautiful Lita!"

I glared in the mirror and spit out down the drain and stared at it as it washed away as if it were my dignity.

I sighed and reached up to tie my hair up in a top not.  I washed my face and went back into my room and threw on an over-sized sweater and booty shorts.

I threw the bed quilt over Jack and placed a glass of water and an advil on the bed side table for when he awoke.

Here we go...

I walked down the stairs quietly and slowly, maybe Jack was just tripping out, maybe they weren't home...

"Lita!" My mom gasped as she walked past the staircase. Fuck...they definitely were home.

"Hey mom..." I said to her with a confused expression.

"Well don't just stand there like a deer in the headlights, come and give your mother a proper welcoming." She said smiling with her arms wide open. God.

I walked the rest of the way down the stairs and gave a half hearted hug to my mom. The familiar scent of Gucci Rush perfume found it's way to my nose and i almost sneezed.

"Your father is in the kitchen honey, go say hi." She ordered, smiling. She flipped her deep Red/Burgundy hair and patted down her pencil skirt.

I smiled and walked past my mom to go and see my dad. I got on a lot better with my dad than i did my mom, i always have done and probably always will. My dad understood Jack and i more than my mom, and even though he was away just as much as my mom, he seemed like he cared more than my mother ever has. When i walked through the door i saw him sat at the counter with a newspaper in hand. He was still in his suit, but he had pulled his tie apart and undone a few buttons of his shirt, revealing some of his tattoo's.