Rainy Days

Chapter 6

"No." I furrow my eyebrows and stare at the blue-eyed boy as he spits out his words.

"What?"

"You're staying... Scarlett... you obviously can't go back there. I know you don't want to tell me... but please. I actually want to help you."

"That's a first." I scoff.

"There's a first for everything, isn't there?" He questions me, still looking serious.

I look at him with a grim look on my face. I can tell that he truely means it. But.. I just don't know if I should tell him. I look down at my feet still not saying anything. Then I look back at him.

"I guess. But this is different Louis. You just don't get it. My mom.." I say turning away from him. I could feel the my eyes becoming blurry. I shouldn't tell him.

"Your mom what Scarlett. What is it? Tell me." he says harshly.

"You don't get! You just don't understand!" my voice cracks. I turn back around to face him.

"I know your mom needs you Scarlett. I'm just trying to help. I know you don't want to tell me, I understand that. But please, let me help you."

"Louis, I just. I mean-Fine." I let out. "But not tonight, I just.. Some other time... I need to go home." I say turning back around and start going down the steps of his house.

"Wait!" He calls grabbing my arm. I turn my head towards him and he continues talking.

"Are we maybe.. gonna.. like hangout this weekend?"

"Louis, I don't know if it's a good weekend for me." I sigh.

"Alright." He lets go of my arm and I head back to my house.

* * *

I open my eyes. I wake up on the couch wrapped up in a blanket.Then I remembered what happened last night; my mom got drunk off her ass.

I look at the clock. Thank god. It's only 7:30. I look outside, great. It's raining. I get off the couch and head to the bathroom. My face has a scar from my mom slapping me. Oh my god. My mom. Her nail scratched me pretty bad when she slapped me or something... Because how does that happen from getting slapped?

My mom is probably still sleeping... or not. I don't even know if she's home. I'm too scared to call out her name, or go to her room. But it's not like she can do anything to me. She probably is having the worst hangover ever. I 'm gonna check on her.

I tip-toe over to her room trying to avoid the creaky parts of the floor. I feel impressed at how I've memorized where they are. Then I end up at her door. I start shaking. I don't know if should I go in there.

I finally just crack open the door ever so slightly.

"Mom?" I whisper. There was no answer. "Mom." I say a little louder. Still no asnwer.

I decide to just open the door. My mouth drops. She's not here. She's gone. Her room is perfectly clean. Bed made and all. How could a drunk person do that? I don't know what's going on but I need to find my mom.

I go to look around the rest of the house. I can't find her. Oh god. I'm overworked now. Did I really lose my own mother?

"THE CAR!" I gasp. I run to the window to see if it's there.

Nope. She must have gone somewhere. I'll try and call her.

* * *

About 20 times later after atemtping to call her, I think it's easy to say that I need to go out and look for her.

I get my shoes on, grab my phone, put on a random shirt, and grab an umbrella.

"Where could she be?" I say under my breath.

First, I check the school; nope.

Second, I check the grocery store; not even close.

Third, I check the bar. Wait. Why am I even here. She's not here either.

Then I check a whole bunch of other places and can't find her. I decide to give up at 2:00pm. I plop on a soggy bench at the park with my umbrella and phone in my hand.

"She's gone." I let out. I now realize that my mother is actually gone. I can't help but sob on this goddamn bench. Despite the fact that I am acting a little melodramatic, it's just she was the only person I had left.

I sob to myself for about a half an hour. Not moving, and spacing out everything.

When I calm down a little bit, I notice one car parked in the parking lot next to the park. It kinda.. looks.. like mY MOM'S CAR.

I pick myself up off the bench, throw the umbrella off me forgetting that it's downpouring, and just run towards the car. As I get closer I try to focus on the liscense plate.

I smile at the number of the plate.

"Oh my god. It's our car." But where's my mom? I look around everywhere in the park like a hawk looking for it's dinner.

I spot someone walking on the trail in the park. It's my mom. My eyes fill with tears.

"Mom!" I say running towards her.

"MOM!" I say again getting closer. She turns around.

I finally reach her and stop right in front of her with tears going down my cheeks.

"Hi mom." I let out cracking my voice.

"Scarlett. How did you get here?"

"I woke u-up and y-you were go-gone and last night you were dr-drunk and. Mom you just scared me!"

"Scarlett... I'm so sorry sweetie. I know I should have told you but my head just isn't right today. I don't even rememeber last night to be honest." She tells me.

She looks at me weird and then her eyes widen. She pulls me in.

"Scarlett, what happened to your face?"

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Oh gosh! we haven't posted a chapter in forever and this one is really short! We don't really have a good excuse I guess for not posting but we are terribly sorry! Leilah wrote this chapter :)

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