It was almost four-o-clock in the morning by the time Adam stumbled down, what he hoped was finally, his street. His feet ached so badly he didn’t know how he was still moving. The late October fog was thick, making it hard to tell what the street sign said. It was either that or he was a drunker than he thought.
Moving closer to the sign he read, 312 Foster Street, and let out a sigh of relief that turned into a shiver that turned into a ragged cough. The cold air whipped at his skin and pushed his damp hair back. His eyes were watery, his lips dry and cracked. He somehow managed to drag himself back home and up the carport, just as the house lights came on. The front door swung open and his dad walked out, dreary anger etched across his face.“Adam! What the hell. I went to check on you three hours ago! Where have you been?”
He knew he should have left before that last shot.“Umm, not that I’m not dying to have this conversation right now, but could we take this inside? I’m freezing.”
His father smirked and pulled his robe more tightly around himself. “No, I’m fine lets have it right here.”
Adam sighed and rubbed at the throbbing in his head. Jesus it felt like a freaking mosh-pit was going on in there. He paused before saying, “Listen, it wasn’t a big deal. It got hot so I went for a walk… and uh… got a bit lost.”
His father lifted his eyebrows. “Really. And you somehow gave yourself a black eye while walking?” Sarcasm dripped off of each word.
Adam tried to think of a semi-believable story but his brain felt dead. He yawned. “I’d have called you to tell you where I was but you decided to take my phone—remember? And stop paying my bill. And kick me off your plan. Sooooo…” He gave an exaggerated shrug.
His dad just dropped his eyes and shook his head. For a moment, his disappointed look hurt. For a moment, Adam felt a sick combination of resentment and regret. But then his dad lifted his head, angry again, and the moment was gone.
His father let out a noisy sigh. “Come on. Get inside.”
Shoving past him, Adam did.
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