Sinking Ships

Chapter Twelve

Author's Note: I think I'm going to end this story soon, even though it's not that long. I have plans for what I want to happen next and how I want to end it, just nothing inbetween. Sorry to those who wanted it to be longer!

Twelve

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Kelsey,” I mutter as she drags me by my arm towards the front door. “You’ve only been here two months. Why don’t we take things slow?”

Kelsey rolls her eyes as she pulls me through the front door. “Tyson is at your neighbour’s, and you haven’t had fun since he was born. Going out one night isn’t going to be that big of a deal.”

Sitting in the cab she called, I lean my head against the window, watching the night pass by us. The past two months have gone by without incident. Tyson looks happy to have his mom in his life, Kelsey is happy to be there, and I just sit around, wondering if my decision was for the best. Kelsey still gets high every so often, but I’d rather have that then her being irritable all the time. Even though that should bug me, something is more.

I don’t know what to classify my relationship with her. She used to be my girlfriend, then just Tyson’s birth mother. However now, I don’t know what she is. We sleep in the same bed, make each other breakfast, and play with Tyson. It’s like we’re playing house every single day.

I didn’t have a problem with any of this until the past few weeks. I’d wake up in the middle of the night, with Kelsey snuggled into my chest and my arms around her, however, as strange as it felt, I never did anything about it.

“Were here,” chirps Kelsey, climbing out of the cab. I pay the driver and trudge out of the car, hoping Kelsey will finally tell me where we’re going. “It’s just a block away.” She grabs my arm and starts to drag me down the dimly lit sidewalk, passing the few people out at this time of night. When I see the line of people a few minutes later, I automatically know where we’re going and mentally scold myself for letting Kelsey drag me here.

“We should be home with Tyson,” I complain, as we get a place in line.

“We won’t be here long, I promise.” She flashes me a grin and somewhere, underneath all the bitterness, I see the old Kelsey; the good Kelsey.

It takes ten minutes to get to the doors of the small concert hall. Inside, it’s exactly as I imagined it. Loud music blares through the speakers near the front of the small, makeshift stage where a band is setting up. A bar is situated in the left side, where a lot of people are consuming alcohol and on the right are a few taken booths, excluding one which Kelsey pulls me to.

“Want something to drink?” She asks over the sound of the band testing their instruments. I open my mouth to protest but she cuts me off. “It’s not like we’re driving home anyways.” She gently touches my hand before climbing out of the booth and heading to the bar.

A few hours later, give or take, I’m having trouble paying attention to the band or anything, for that matter. Kelsey has been fetching me drinks every single time mine has eventually gone empty and I haven’t realized it until I’m now, that I’m completely wasted.