All I Never Wanted But Everything I Need

Chapter 1

Caden Henson groaned, shifting in his bed. His head pounded fiercely and he dug his fingernails into his forehead. It hurt, but it felt good at the same time.

He'd come home drunk last night. That was all he remembered. He had driven home himself. He knew it was dangerous, even in his drunken state, but that was why he had done it. He thought he would die. He didn't.

He rubbed his eyes, staring at the ceiling of his room. It was bare, but that was the way he liked it. His entire room was empty. Nothing was in it but his bed. Sitting up, he stared ahead blankly. He had nothing to do today. It was Saturday. What was the point?

Suddenly there was a knock on his bedroom door. He knew who it was. He didn't hide his groan. In fact, he grumbled even louder so she would be able to hear him. He liked being mean to her.

His door opened. He hadn't even told her to come inside.

"I didn't say you could come in," he growled, not looking at her.

"Too bad," she quipped simply.

He gritted his teeth. "Go away, Caroline."

Caroline sighed. "Caden, I have something I need to tell you."

"What? What could you possibly want from me?" He asked bitterly. "You seem to do everything fine on your own."

He could hear the deep frown in her voice. "Caden, honey-"

"Don't you dare call me that." He spat, finally looking at her. She was fully dressed in a hoodie and jeans. Where was she going? "I don't care if you're my mother. You can not call me honey."

Caroline frowned. "Listen to me. I need to tell you something."

"What? What do you want?" he asked impatiently.

"We're going somewhere," she stated simply. "Get dressed. And hurry."

She must have thought that that was enough information for Caden, so she turned around and walked out of his room.

He just stared at his door in disbelief for a few seconds before standing up and storming into the kitchen. His mother was making toast.

"Where the hell are we going? I'm not going anywhere." he spat angrily.

"Yes, you are," she said calmly, not even bothering to take her eyes away from the toaster. "And you might want to hurry. We have to be there in about an hour."

"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked, this time more confused than angry.

"Would you please stop cussing at me?" she asked.

"Hell is not a cuss word," Caden muttered in annoyance. "I'll say what I want to."

She continued to stare at the toaster with a small smile on her face. "No, Caden, you will not because I am your mother and you will listen to me. You live under my roof and you will do as I say."

There was a pause. Caden stared at his mother in disbelief. He hated her so much it hurt. "Whatever," was all he muttered pathetically.

She finally looked up at him, smiling contently. "Thank you. Now go get dressed." Then she looked back down at the toaster again.

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Wear a hoodie. It's cold out."

Caden sighed sharply, glaring at his mother. She obviously wasn't going to budge, so he just held up his middle finger as he left the room to get dressed.

He entered his room, slamming the door behind him. Where was Caroline taking him? He never asked for this. He never left the house unless it was to go to a club. He carelessly threw a T-shirt over his head, not putting a jacket on just to piss off Caroline. He switched from pajama pants to a pair of loose jeans and grabbed a pair of Vans. He snatched his cell phone from his bed and walked out of the room, meeting Caroline in the kitchen.