Champagne, Flowers & Chocolate - Kellic - Boyxboy

chapter five

"Sweetie, come on. Get up." Mom tells me.

"No, I don't want to go back there." I grumble from under my sheets.

"Kell, please. It's not that bad. You've got seven sessions left. That's only seven hours. That's not even a third of the day and it's spread out over three months." she sighs.

"I hate him and I hate you and I'm so sick of all this bullshit. Why can't I just live my life?" I cry, drunkenly.

"Because you're going to end up in prison!" she snaps. "You're going to hit on or grope the wrong person one day Kellin and you're going to end up a convicted sex offender."

"Fuck you." I spit.

"I'll be back in ten minutes. Either you get up and get ready or I'm going to get Dr. Fuentes to come here." she hisses.

She then leaves, slamming my door behind her.

I groan and sit up, pushing the covers off myself.

I decided this morning that there was only one way I was getting through today. So I've been in bed drinking all day.

I pull out the half empty bottle of tequila from under my pillow. I unscrew the lid, tip my head back before gulp down the liquid until my throat burns too much to continue. I shudder at the taste and put the lid back on. This isn't the first bottle which makes me admittedly a little proud of myself. Usually I would have thrown up by now.

It's when I'm getting dressed that I really start to notice the effects of the alcohol. Am I spinning or is the world? I can't tell.

I make sure to fill a flask up with some vodka and I slip the bottle in my jacket pocket before I leave.

I rush down the stars, nearly tripping due to blurred vision and dizziness.

"Let's go!" I shout to Mom before leaving the house and stumbling into the car.

She comes out a few minutes later and gets into the driver seat. I keep my mouth shut for the entire drive, smart enough to know not to let her know that I'm drunk. Not only will she flip her shit but she'll search my room and take all my alcohol along with the weed I keep for special occasions. There are benefits to sucking dick of older men.

We soon arrive at Vic's and I glare at the house.

"You good to walk yourself in?" Mom asks and I nod getting out of the car.

I do my best to walk in a straight line to the front door while my mom's watching.

I knock obnoxiously on the door and call Vic's name. He answers it a minute later.

"Hey Kells, come in." Vic smiles but I glare at him and bump into his shoulder on my way in, perhaps purposely but it could have been an accident due to my dizziness.

I walk through the house into the living room. I throw myself down on the sofa and take out my flask. I unscrew the cap and take a swig of burning liquid. Vic walks into the room frowning. He sits across from me and I watch him as I drink some more.

"Kellin, we need to talk about how our last session ended." he says softly.

"Shut the fuck up." I slur through hiccups. "I don' care 'bout anything you 'ave to say."

Vic looks at me confused as I drink another mouthful of vodka.

"Are you drunk?" Vic asks accusingly.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I mutter.

"Okay, I don't allow alcohol in my house." he frowns reaching forward and snatching the flask from my hand.