Secrets

Secrets part 16

HELLO EVERYONE! I hope you all had very merry Christmas (if you celebrate it) and enjoyed spending time with your families and whatnot. As promised, here chapter 16. And it is a little exciting, if I may say so myself. Enjoy!

<3 Nikky~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

*Jesse*

The question that's been invading my mind since I talked to Lisa is how am I supposed to talk to her mom without her knowing? I suppose that I could go during school the next day, but there would be no promises saying that she would even be home, let alone be there without Lisa's dad being there too. So, I either go during the day, hope she's there and talk to her reguardless if Lisa's dad is there or not OR I completely ignore the idea of going to talk to her mom at all. Decisions, decisons. Option one or option two. Thinking about how much it was bothering Lisa that her own mom told her that, I decided to go with option one. But I couldn't do it right now, Lisa was home. Tomorrow during school. It'll be no surprise that I'm not there. Then again, now that Lisa and Miranda and Jesse are more acquainted with me, they'll want to know where I was. Eh, I'll just tell them I had Daddy issues. I looked at the slug on the couch. That shouldn't be hard to believe. I groaned when I realized that they've never been to my house. They don't know what my home life is like and they especially don't know what my dad is like. Oh well, they don't need to know exactly what's going on, now do they? Maybe Lisa, but not the other two so much. My cell phone rang and I went back to my room to answer it.

"What's up Cody?" I answered after checking caller I.D.

"Wanna hang out tonight?"

"Isn't there school tomorrow?"

"Do I care? It's a Friday."

"I guess you don't care."

"You don't care either, right?"

"No, no I don't. I was just saying. Just making sure we're breaking some rules."

"Attaboy! So what do you wanna do?"

"I don't know. We could drive around mindlessly like we always do."

"Add some alch and pot pot as always?"

"Why not?" I said. I would only have a little. After all, I was going to be a daddy soon. I was going to have to clean up my act at least a little.

"Alright, I'll bring the bottle and you bring a bag," he said. Code. Bottle and bag. Don't know why he was using the code, not like anyone was listening.

"Got it," I said. We hung up and I went digging in my closet. I found the shoebox where I kept my own personal bags and papers and took out one quarter full bag and a few papers. That should be enough for tonight, I thought as I stuffed them in my pocket. I walked out into the living room and found that the slug disappeared from his spot on the couch. The clanging I heard in the kitchen gave away his spot, though.

"Dad what are you doing?" I asked, walking in the kitchen and finding him carelessly moving stuff around in the refridgerator.

"What are YOU doing?" he slurred. Drunk.

"They aren't in there," I said, leaning against the wall beside me.

"Where are they then?!"

"Top cupboard above the fridge."

"I can't reach that!"

"Don't have to yell, I'll get it for you," I said, reaching over him and grabbing a bottle of Jack Daniels.

"Mine," he said like a child and snatching it from me. He went back to the living room and almost instantly after he took a sip from the bottle, passed out on the couch again.