The Jock Wants The Nerd

EIGHTEEN

Matthew Banks

The next day, we got on a plane and went home, and ever since we landed, Larsa has been pressuring me about telling mom and dad that I was back on drugs. I will tell them. Like the old man said "You don't know what you have until you lose it" That's exactly what happened with Lucas and I. If we didn't get back together, I would've gone crazy and have a daily mental breakdown.

"Mom, dad..." I started and pulled Lucas closer "For the past few months, I've been using it again"

"What is 'it'?" asked my mom

"Heroin"

"Matt, I told you're slowly killing yourself" murmured my mom

"Come with me" demand my dad and went to his office. I look down at Lucas, looked up at me. "You'll be fine" he assured me

"You think?" I took my arm off of him and went to my dad's office. Before I could enter properly, he grabbed my shirt and threw me inside, the corner of the desk stabbed me in my lower back, but mostly on the right. Yep, my dad doesn't take shit from anyone, especially his kids. "Listen to me young man, if you don't quit that shit, I will kill you" he threatened

"Dad" I whimpered "I'm starting rehab tomorrow"

"Where is the Heroin?"

"I threw it away at the hotel" I murmured, minding the stinging pain in my back.

"Who sold it to you?"

"Dad"

"Goddamn it Matthew, who gave it to you?!" he yelled in frustration and anger

"Ryan did"

"Ryan? Your cousin Ryan?" he asked with big eyes.

"Yes"

"Get in the car NOW" he demanded and left the room. I tried to follow him down the stairs but the pain was sharp shooting through my right leg. So I sat right there, and cried.

"Matthew, get the fuck up and come on!" demand my dad

"Henry, he's still our son you know. Can't you see he's in pain?" asked my mom, regarding me.

"Teresa, he's on drugs, for crying out loud" argued my dad "I knew that this addiction would come back and here it is"

"Baby, why don't you go up to your room, I'll be there in a second" said my mom. I slowly lift myself off the stairs and went back to my room. I stood in the mirror and lift my shirt to see what the bruise look like, then my mom and Lucas came inside.

"Matt, are you okay?" asked my mom with tone concealed with sympathy "Come, I'll take you to the doctor's office"

"No, it's fine mom" I whispered and laid down on my bed, facing the other way. I could hear my dad's car pulling out of the driveway. He's really gonna kill Ryan.

"You had a really long flight, you want something to eat?" asked my mom

Then it came to mind, why am I the only disappointment in the house? Every time Larsa does something wrong, my dad's supporting her and tell her not to do it again, yet I'm getting manhandled.

"Why did he do it?" I murmured

"What?"

"Why did he do it mom?" I repeated myself

"He's in a bad space honey, he did it cause he loves you"

"Loves me? Is love bruises and cuts and...scrapes? I'm sorry but hat not love. You think of me as a disappointment, two months ago, my report card, you kept reminding me of how smart and educated my boyfriend is" I argued with a lump in my throat. "Can't you just except the fact that I'm not smart, not the angel you want me to be?"

"Matthe..."said my mom before I interrupted her.

"Lucas, can I sleep at your house tonight?" I asked, before he answered me, he took a glimpse at my mom and said yes. My mom walked out of my room and Lucas sat down next to me. I stood up and start packing me some clothes. Soon we were both downstairs, I handed my keys over to him and we drove to his house. He helped me inside their house and sat me down on the couch. Around seven, we went upstairs and took a shower together. After that, dinner. The night passed down fast and it was time for bed. Lucas wrapped his arms around me and we fell asleep.