𝖤𝗑𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌

Dᴏᴍɪɴᴀɴᴄᴇ 

I been gone but I'm back
Finn's POV
I wake up to hangover, a bad one though the one were your weak body is hanging over the toilet and your spitting up shit you don't even remember putting inside you and your head is throbbing like someone is continuing to hit you harder and harder, I held my stomach as I lie there with just pants on being blinded by the pure white bathroom, I was to weak to even get up and see who was still in my house, as I lay there I hear the door open
"Here take this and drink this" surprisingly it was someone I wasn't expecting at all Isaak
"I need help" my voice low ashamed of needing his hand, he pulled me up by my arm enough for me to do the rest and sit myself up to lean against the cold tub for support as he bent down and hands me a glass up and a pill that I gladly took with high expectations
"I was looking for you for like 30 minutes and this is where you were" his voice was quite as he sat on the floor sitting in front of me with his legs crossed, his lips were pressed in a thin line as his worried eyes scanned over my face
"Thanks for the pill" I put it in my mouth and put the glass to my lips taking it all in Realizing how dry my throat is, when I was done I placed the glass on the floor and looked at Isaak
"How much did you drink last night" he asked, he looked at me with serious eyes
"I'mma be honest I had 4 when first walked in, fucked Lila and this other girl and then I had drinks after that constantly but I don't remember exactly how many" I said giggling but I noticed he didn't take it as a joke
"Man why you gotta be like this. So uptight and shit" I said rubbing my head
"Dude have you seen yourself I'm tired of you always fucked up. Half of Your teen life was spent fighting and drinking" I scoffed at the unbelievable conversation
"Exactly. MY life, so what the fuck you gotta do with this?" I growled before he shook his head and rolled his eyes
"Without me you'd be dead so next time choose your words carefully" I swallowed hard before he stood up and walked out the bathroom he turned and looked at me
"Let me know if you want help cleaning up I'll be at the mall with Jacob" without another word he left and I was sorry, we both knew what he said was true. Isaak got me out of a lot of situations, I remember when I started drinking, the first time I got so drunk I passed out by a lake with just socks on I remember being so hot that I just wanted to just cool off a little bit, That same night Isaak found me and covered up for me, he took me to his house gave me fresh clothes and let me take a shower. I thanked him for what he did but I started to take advantage of it and he knows I do but for some reason he keeps helping me. Long story short Isaak is good friend and only god know what I'd do without him. After what happened in the bathroom I took a hot shower and put on fresh clothes, surprisingly there was no one here it was just dirty and that's something I couldn't stand so I quickly cleaned refreshing the entire house to make it smell like lemons, once I got the house together I felt a bit more relieved I wasn't worried about my parents seeing the mess I was worried about how much the mess will take me in whole making me unable to function right, in the middle of moping I hear the door ring, I carefully walk to the door and open it to see my parents
"He baby" my mom pulled me into a hug, she stood on her tippy toes to wrap her arms around me, my mom always had a nice fall smell, it was like fruit but only the red and yellow ones, it was sweet and soft-her sent calmed you it was reassurance, tenderness and comfort wrapped in flesh, I loved my mom way more then I did my dad
"You've been drinking" I hear her whisper she let's go and looks at me and raised her brows
"Yeah" she shook her head, I looked at my dad who looked at me mad, disappointed. It didn't do anything to me but make me hate the man even more, ignored him for the sake of my mother, I went back to the kitchen and quickly finished up
"You had a party?" I hear his irritating voice echo in my head, I looked up at him he was a few inches taller then me he had short salt and pepper hair just like his beard, he was a heavyset man he dress well but he always kept this desperate facial expression wanting, needing for power. My father worked a lot, weather it's at home, in car, out dinner he just never stops, he likes to be on top, he likes to be better for attention. People said we by we I mean me and my father act and look alike but highly disagree, yeah I like power but who doesn't like a little from every now and then
"Yes I did" I said showing no fear to the man even though he stood over me
"Get out, go do something with yourself" I laughed in his face before walking away knowing this conversation was predictable, he thinks he knows everything he thinks it's always all about what he wants. There are some points where I wish I could just shove a knife down his throat just to get that shit out his head and let me have dominates for once just to show him how the fuck the real Wolfhard is.