Son of a drug addict

Part. 3

A/N: This chapter is some what short, hope that's okay. Please vote and comment what you think about this whole story!

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It started with dad giving me a punch. Tomo giving me a punch. My baby brother getting disappointed in me. Getting shit faced drunk. Getting molested by Ian. And somehow, I ended up having sex with my new class mate, Chester. How the hell he did that? He just said some words and I went crazy about him. Yesterday was quite a day.

I would never have guessed that Chester would be gay. Or at least, be swinging that way.

Hangover is the worst. I looked around. Thank god I was still at Diego's place, not some brothel. All though, I didn't see Chester anymore. He probably had woken up earlier and left. Since why would he stay? It was just sex. I grabbed my boxers, jeans and shoes. I couldn't find my hoodie, or shirt. I checked my pockets, and everything was still there. I sat on the edge of the bed and took some coke out. I snorted it, in a wish for being more relax and less hangover. Expect, drugs create their own kind of hangover that I'm stuck with everyday.

I walked down the stairs and found Diego on the couch. I saw the clock was 1.45 pm. "Is it really PM?"

"Yeah, it is" Diego answered. "Seems like you're late"

"Hell fuck yes i'm late. I promised Jay I would be there when he wakes up" I said, and sat on the couch. "And I can't find my shirt. Or hoodie"

"Your hoodie is in the kitchen. Your shirt I don't know" Diego said and got up. A second later he threw the hoodie on me and said "I'll give you a ride. Go sleep that hangover off"

"Thanks, Diego. You're the best" I muttered.

We walked to the car, and he asked "What happened last night? With you?"

He pulled out of his yard. "I uhh, I almost got raped by my ex and fucked my class mate" I said, leaning against the window.

"You did what?!" he shouted. "Ian is not your ex! He raped you 2 fucking years ago!"

"He didn't rape me!" I shouted.

"I was there. I heard, everything"

"So? If it was a rape, why I am not damaged, or why I don't feel bad about it? It was my first time, it wasn't a rape" I muttered.

"You have issues!" Diego said, slapping my chest.

"You need a tissue?" I asked.

"Mike, stay with me" he muttered, slapping my cheek. "He's too old. Was it a rape or not, stay away from him, okay?"

"Don't tell me what to do. You're not my dad" I muttered.

"I have taken care of you more than Lee ever has! Family is not always about the blood" he said.

I just watched him, not saying a word.

"And what is this with the new kid? Your class mate? Seriously?"

"Yeah?"

Diego kept punching my forearm. "You are so stupid!"

"Ouch! What-How that went wrong?" I asked.

"He's on your class. You'll see him every day. Holy awkwardness has risen. You gotta get your shit together, Mike. And stop fucking around. Literally"

"Whatever" I muttered.

We reached my place. I was ready to go out but he pulled me back. "No more stupid drama. Whole this Ian situation is ridiculous. I care about you, okay?"

"Okay" I said and stepped out of the car. I walked into the house and was greeted by my dad.

"Where the fuck you've been?" my dad, Lee, asked.

"At Diego's" I muttered, walking straight to my room. I closed my eyes and lighted up a joint.

Why did Ian have to come back? And bring all the bad memories. Maybe he did rape me when I was 15. But I have always denied it. When there is no truth is lying wrong? However, what Ian did to me, did happen for real. I see nightmares of it. But what really makes it a rape? I hated the every second of it, but after the day, it didn't feel like a bad thing. I felt nothing. Is that a bad or a good thing? I almost got used to it, to live in a lie I have made up on my own. I almost forgot that. I had started to remember that it was just, a really bad first time experience. But, it wasn't. It was more. I remembered when Ian looked into my eyes yesterday. I felt the same kind of fear. The pain in every way possible, but mostly fear. Diego has always been there. He was there again.

I heard a small knock on my door, and Jason walked "Mike, there's two guys wanting to see you. They're really mad" he said.

I nodded and walked to the front door. I saw Tomo and that Nicholson kid, whatever his first name is.

"You skipped school today, so we came here to take what is ours" Tomo said and grabbed my arm, Nicholson took the other one. They literally carried me to my room.

"Okay okay, no need to be angry" I said, as they let me go. I picked up the drugs they wanted from my pockets and gave them.

"Well I ain't paying for this crap" Nicholson said and punched my face. I cover my eye and watch them leave. There goes 80 bucks, just walking away from me.

Lee walked in. "You okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine. Why do you even care?"

"Because there was junkies in my house" Lee said. "What they wanted?"

"Their drugs, nothing else" I muttered, but I guess dad didn't wanna hear that.

He punched my stomach so hard, I threw up on the floor. "If you wanna be dealer, you give the right drug, right dose, at the right time and place. Okay?"

I held my stomach tightly. "Uh-huh"

"And throwing up helps hangover" he said as he walked out of my room.

I sat on my bed, falling onto my side. I saw Jason walk in with a glass. "Mike, here"

I took the glass. Jason ended up with a drink that actually helps for hungover. Raw egg, avocado, honey, coffee and a multi-vitamin tablet. It tastes really bad, just like vomit and but it works. I drink it in one glup and start coughing after it's all down. Usually I am the one taking care of Jason, but there are days when it's the other way.