My frustration was taking over me in gym later that day. I couldn't stop thinking about that morning, about what she had done to herself.
I had never thought she would do something like that. She never drank, or at least I thought. I wondered constantly why complicated situations kept happening in my life. Did I deserve something like this?
I honestly didn't know what my life was turning into. I never wanted to believe that my own mom was an alcoholic but honestly the thought of it stayed in the back of my mind as a possibility. I really hoped she would listen to what I had told her that morning and really get rid of all that alcohol.
I even decided to myself that I would go back home after school to make sure it was gone. After leaving my house that morning I couldn't say anything to Alex I was to dumb founded by what happened.
I guess I really hadn't expected that to happen. It reminded me of the night when Jared had to leave and she raised her voice at me to leave. that had been the first time she ever yelled like that to me, but now it was the second.
I remembered just by me touching the glass and moving it away from her she yelled at me to not take it away from her like it was some sort of life line to make things better. Perhaps that was what she felt like the alcohol could do for her, was make her feel better.
If that was the case then I would definitely need to go see her after school today. But of course I was still frustrated by the thoughts crossing threw my head.
So much had happened through so many weeks and I didn't know if I could take much more of all the drama and stress. It all felt like it was weighing down on me.
"Gareki !" yelled the coach the third time finally getting my attention from the bench I was sitting on.
"You're in, take Chad's place."
I got up just as one of the players from soccer practice named Chad sat down replacing my seating spot and I walked on field and into position for the next on play. I looked up from my position to see Alex giving me a small smile like he usually gave me but I was to caught up in my thoughts to notice it fully or return it.
I heard the faint sound of the coaches' whistle sound off and the visitor team got the ball first heading strait for our goal.
I looked up for a split second to see who was all on my team and could see that Alex was, along with a couple others.
He was running speedily after the player who had taken the soccer ball and my body acted on it's own guarding another player from the visitor team from getting the ball just in case he decided to pass it and he did but to another player on his team since one of my own team mates had blocked his path.
But I quickly blocked his pass and kicked the ball around two other players before they could even get their feet on it, I headed in the opposite direction which was the visitor's goal. As I did this I was still so consumed by my own problems from earlier that still couldn't find their way out of my mind.
I become angry, angry that my life had turned out like this. I had already lost my dad and now I was going to possibly lose my mom because of her resent alcohol problem, which I knew she wasn't going to give up so easily since she was so hurt by the two men that had left her.
I got blocked easily by two other players from the other team.
"Gareki !" a voice called out. I looked up to see Alex open.
I glared down at the ball feeling my fist clench and my body grow hot with the anger I had been feeling. I needed to get rid of it, I placed my foot in position and kicked the ball as hard as I could. Not paying attention for who ever it was aimed at.
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CODE RED (Book 1)
Teen FictionGareki a 17 year old Junior attending school at Weslyn High in Boston is about to go through a life filled with drama and troublemaking decisions as his father is nothing more than a man whore having an affair with his wife, Gareki's mother behind h...