Mr. Smiles and Mr. Badboy ✔

Chapter Thirteen: At My Best

Beckett P.O.V

Getting out of Reese's vehicle, there was a warmth on the inside of my stomach. I couldn't stop the blush on my checks if I tried. Something about Reese . . . was enlightening. Spending time with him made me feel . . . normal in a way. More or less like my home life wasn't actually a bad situation. He made me feel . . . alive. Which was odd considering the small amount of time that we have actually spent together. It was weird. I haven't felt this way towards anybody before except Reese, which was why it was unusual that I am suddenly feeling this way towards somebody especially after never feeling this way before. I have a good guess at what exactly the feeling is but no one can be too sure. I like to think that this is me beginning to develop a crush but who knows. It could just be simple admiration. Ha, as if. I doubt it's that simple. Emotions continue to prove to be anything but simple.

I open the front door, hearing Reese pull out of my driveway by the time I enter my house. A smile had been on my face but the smile disappeared into a confused frown when yelling could be heard coming from the living room, the only place at the current moment where any source of light could be seen. However, that was not what confused me. Glancing at the clock that was on the hall of the entryway, it was seven o'clock, though completely dark outside. The first voice he heard was his mothers, which made sense as she lived here. The other, however, I haven't heard in quite a while. My father. It had been a while since I've seen let alone heard my father. He should have been working considering his hours. I know he's stacked up some vacation though, due to the fact that I occasionally get mail and periodically go out of my way the day dad's paycheck stub that is sent through the mail. I'm pretty sure the local hospital that dad works at is just old-fashioned that way, I'm very sure almost everything is now online or on a computer these days. I know he has weeks of vacation time piling up and even worse, I've seen some of his emails, especially from his co-worker Amanda, who is a fellow nurse alongside my dad. She says he doesn't have to take the longest shifts, that there are definitely others who can share the burden. My father either doesn't reply or his pushes it off. It's almost like he doesn't want to be home.

I'm about to go into the living room to see what the yelling is about when a half-dressed man, looking to be one of mom's one night friends comes running through the entrance hall, bumping shoulders with me before rushing out of the house, looking like he saw the devil and was attempting to get away. What's worse is he bumped into me without apologizing . . . wait . . . dad's home and mom had a guest over? Oh no . . .

"This is bull**** and you know it, Carrissa!" My father yelled at my mother. I took a couple steps towards the living room doorway, dropping my bags quietly, in order to avoid making a sound while doing so. I creep towards the door peaking my head in slightly, just enough to be able to see the fight going on inside the living room.

The room was lit by two lamps sitting on two different side tables, one near the corner of the room, near the windows, and the other right next to the couch. It gave the living room a warm feeling, but the warm feeling was void due to the anger that filled the room in its place. The negative energy coming off my parents could only be described by darkness.

"K-kevin! What are y-you doing home?" My mother asked, wearing hardly anything but lingerie that I don't doubt she was wearing solely for the guy who had just run out of the house. I was also curious as to why out of nowhere and with no warning my father would just come home. It was even more confusing considering the fact that he is almost never home. I bet this place doesn't feel like a home to him with how much he isn't here. It hardly feels like home to me, and I'm here every day.

I guess I had always hoped that my parents would become my parents as they had once been. Both of them being home. Both of them being in love with each other like they had once been. Once there marriage began to fall apart years ago, I always assumed it was my fault, and tried to put the blame on myself even though thinking about it now, it was apparent that they weren't a good match. That was even more true with the fact that one was willing to go out and have sex with multiple people without putting in consideration of everything the other was doing to ensure you didn't have to work. Or think about the kids you created along the way, living representations of your love. Or what was once love. While glancing at my parents, neither of them had passion in their eyes anymore. My parents didn't feel anything for each other anymore and it didn't take a genius to notice. You can't fix, what isn't there.

"What am I doing!? I took time off because the school called about Beckett passing out in class due to a high fever because you wouldn't answer the f**king phone!" Dad yelled at mom, and my heart warmed towards my father, who was willing to take time off because of me. The moment after dad finished the little rant mom's mobile phone vibrated with a notification. "Well at least I know it freaking works, but even more so that you don't care!" Dad yelled running his hands through his hair. "You shouldn't have allowed him to go to school if he wasn't feeling good but I bet you didn't even know he wasn't feeling well. But that's not what I'm most angry about Carrissa! You are cheating, and have been cheating for who knows how long! If it wasn't working out you could have just told me!" Dad yelled at mom, who looked shocked at the fact that my usually calm and peaceful father was yelling at her which I don't think has ever happened before.

"I-I" Mom looked like she was trying to justify herself but couldn't. Everything dad said was accurate, from mom not caring, to the fact she should have just said if things weren't working out. I agreed with dad and I don't think there is any excuse mom could play that would justify her actions over the past years. I don't think anybody could.

"I think I know why you stayed though," Dad said looking at the ground to avoid looking at mom who looked ready to have tears come down her face at any given moment. "You didn't have to work, money was handed to you. I was never home so you had the perfect opportunities and a roof over your head. Everything was set out for you to do nothing but whore yourself around. No more. Your an awful mother and my children deserve better. My SON passed out today and no one was able to come and pick him up, no more. Get out Carrissa, if I see you near any of my sons again, you'll face the consequences." My dad said which made my heart stop. Mom is going to be kicked out. She honestly should have been kicked out years ago and probably would have had dad caught her earlier. The biggest thing that made this situation happen was me being sick.

Mom looked ready to cry and was about to leave the living room when she finally noticed me standing in the doorway, eyes wide, my face flushed due to illness, and me shaking ever so slightly due to chills that started halfway through there argument.

"B-b-beckett?" Mom studdered out, causing my father's attention to be directed towards me as well. Unlike the angry and upset look dad gave mom, I received a warm small grin. My eyes went from both parent and back again, and it seemed to come across that I had been standing there for more than a couple seconds to both of them, but before either could speak I grabbed my Walmart bags and darted to my room. I small sense in my gut that the next morning my mother would be gone without a trace.

I didn't know how to feel about anything anymore.