Mamas 'Revamped'

Oh You Back

Most teenage girls would think their parents walking in on her and her boyfriend is really embarrassing. 

 But, it's very very very embarrassing when your brother and dad walk in on you and your boyfriend, that's a grown ass man. 

I'm 16, hooking up with a 22 year old. 

They caught us both almost naked, I was sitting on his lap, in my lacy underwear and bra, Brandon in his briefs, in a full blown makeout session. Both covered in hickeys. 

And they know his age. 

I'm mortified. 

The door opened and I stay under the covers, even covering my face. I'm laying on my stomach, arms around my head, under the many pillows and blankets. 

I was currently 'grounded'. 

Like, I can't do anything for two months. 

Yep. 

"Billie?" I heard Finneas said and I dug my head in the mattress, not saying anything. He started to raise the covers and I quickly pull them back down. "Dad wants you" he whispered. 

Oh shit. 

"No" I mumble, shaking my head. "Its ok to be embarrassed" he sighed, trying to pull the covers back again. 

"No Finneas, I'm mortified" I mumble, and he rubbed my back. "Come on, I'll be in there with you" he said and I raise my head, looking at him with my heated face. 

Finneas smiled, making me smile, rolling my eyes. 

I get out the bed and put on my pajama pants and a loose shirt. He put his hands on my back, pushing me out. 

We get in the livingroom and I look down, trying not to look at his disappointed eyes. I bite my nail, nervous. "Yea?" I whisper, trying to make myself seem smaller than I am. 

"Look at me" Dad sighed and the song popped up in my head, but I push it back as it wasn't the time. 

I still look down and play with my bunny ring. "What did you want?" I whisper. Dad lifted my chin and I met his eyes before ticking then looking back to the side. 

He gave up and slide his hand down, grabbing my hand. "Its ok Billie, just why him?" He asked and I slowly shrug "he's the one I chose to catch feelings for" I whisper, biting my lip. 

"I'm sorry, but you can't see him anymore". 

"Patrick" mom whispered and I look up at him, tears forming in my eyes. "Dad wait, I'm sorry it won't happen again! Please don't do that to me" I quickly spit out and he slowly shook his head. 

"Billie we can't have you slipping up like that, it's not right, find someone your age, you don't want him to get sent to jail" Dad told me. 

Before I tears could fall in front of them, I snatched my hand away from him and pushed him, before running up the stairs, slamming the door. 

A few days later I broke the news to Brandon and we both just sat there, quietly crying. He eventually moved on, with another girl and I was left alone, falling into a deep hole of depression, only he could pull me out of. 
                               
A year later 

I walk into the party with the twins, slowly walking behind them. I wasn't getting drunk, high or nothing, so I don't see why they dragged me off the couch at home. 

So I did what I was doing back at home, and sat on the couch. 

I watch people get intoxicated, barely being able to stand. I watch people get high, could barely open their eyes.