Chapter 11: Movie Night
He was right. I wasn’t allowed to move a single muscle as I sat in a chair watching him type away at his computer. I wasn’t even allowed to talk to the other people in the office; all I could do was scowl.
Hell, I almost pissed into the neighbouring plant until my Dad allowed a pee break. It was a cruel day.
Even worse, I had to go to a therapy session. My therapist, who’s called Mark, pulled apart every detail we spoke about and made it agonising for the both of us. But he’s still proud of me for helping others with addictions though, and he gave me a whole bunch of tips to avoid being in the hospital again.
And then it was all over. I’m now at home, on the couch, waiting for the others to arrive. I haven’t been able to work on my truck for the past couple of days, but Ray assured me that Dylan has been nowhere near it since he’s been filling in for me. Honestly, they’re probably better off by themselves at the rate Dylan breaks things.
But, all seemed to be okay. My Dad was still pissed about me getting injured constantly, but he had lightened up and was actually looking forward to all of my friends coming over. He even went out and rented a few movies for us. Not the ones like Ivy and I had watched, but the more intense, R-18 shit that we’ve all been dying to watch. I’m starting to get the idea that my Dad doesn’t know what he’s doing, but oh well, I’m enjoying this.
The doorbell rung just as I settled down to play something on the Xbox.
“I’ll get it! You’re not getting any more injuries this week!” My Dad yelled out as he ran to the door, not giving me a chance to even flinch.
I shrugged; he could do what he liked.
I heard him happily conversing with whoever was at the door. Honestly, by how happy he sounded, I half expected him to bust out in song like that weird semi-musical that we watched as we waited for my appointment with Mark.
“Thanks, Andrew. I’ll promise not to let him fall down the stairs this time,” Ivy said as she walked in with a melodious laugh. Again, she sounded like a singer and I remembered I still hadn’t asked her.
“What?” She asked as she noticed me staring at her. My Dad had buggered off with a mischievous grin on his face and it made me nervous.
I shrugged. “Nuttin’.”
“Bullshit.” She collapsed onto the couch next to me and put her feet up on the table. I got a good look at her long legs because she was wearing short shorts-as usual- but I didn’t get to see her toned stomach as she wore a t-shirt with a cartoon of a skull on it.
She raised an eyebrow at me when she noticed I was checking her out.
“Like what you see?”
I shrugged with a grin on my face. “I dunno, you miss me while I was stuck with my Dad at the office?”
She rolled her eyes. “The others will be here soon. So, what movies are we watching tonight? Tinkerbell again?” Her eyes glinted with mischief and I realised I’d kinda missed that in the day that I was away, it was boring as Hell without her.
I rolled my eyes at her. “Nope. My Dad is fond of you for some ungodly reason,” She scowled at me as I said that, “So he got us a whole bunch of horror and action films.”
“Horror and action? Oh thank God, ever since I gave up drugs I’ve been craving to see a torture scene.”
“Uh.... Is that a good thing?” I was honestly a little worried, what if she hit rock bottom like one of the guys at rehab did?
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Insanity
Teen Fiction"You have more fun when you're insane." Ryder Blittern is your 'typical' bad boy. He's been in trouble with his parents, the cops, taken more drugs than a teenage boy should be able to get his hands on, and has been on the 'inside'. Now, he's aiming...
