Cracks

Why? -Presley's POV

Presley's POV-

"So, am I allowed to ask yet?" He asked slowly as we rode in the car to my house.

"Ask what?" I said nonchalantly while looking out the window acting completely oblivious.

"Pres, why were you out getting drunk last night so irresponsibly?"

"I didn't want to go home..." I said and looked away embarrassed.

"Well I know that, but can I ask why?"

I sighed at his question. I was so embarrassed by my mother's unstable actions... it wasn't freaking normal!

"You said something about it being the friend last night... so what is it about the friend then?" He asked in a very soft voice.

I could tell he was trying to be delicate, but he also wanted answers from me. It was rightfully so because he was the one that helped me the night before, it was only fair. It was a sensitive subject for me, though.

I paused trying to decide how to answer it. Finally, I just decided on the truth, "My mom asked him to move in with us..."

"What?" He asked with wide eyes.

"She just fucking met the dude!" I sighed roughly. "She even said that he was going to be my new dad. Seriously? Like what the fuck?! As if I didn't have enough daddy issues already!" I snorted and shook my head violently.

"Have you even met him yet?" he asked softly.

"Briefly... and let's just say it did not go well," I said remembering the only times that I had met him. One of them he was checking me out in my towel. The other, he was smiling smugly at me while groping my mom. Both encounters were sickening.

"Did you tell your mom that?" He asked innocently.

I sighed even deeper at that question. "I tried, but there is no telling her things when she's like this..."

"Like what?" He asked cautiously.

I didn't even know how to answer that question. It was complicated and ridiculous. "There is really no explaining it... Like high-strung, determined, and... emotional? I don't know..." She shrugged with a sigh. "I'm sorry, it's embarrassing. My mom is... something."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, Pres... especially with me. Trust me, I'm the last person that should be judging people by their parents. You've seen my crazy mom, and my dad is even worse," he tried to comfort me.

"It's not the same, Dillybears... but thanks for trying to comfort me," I said shaking my head thinking about my psycho mom. It was not even remotely the same. She was seriously messed up.

Just like me...

He sighed and brushed some of my hair back away from my face slightly with one hand as he drove. His hand rested on my shoulder softly. "I'm here for you, Pres, remember that."

"Thanks, Dyl," I kissed his cheek with innocence and smiled softly at him.

As he pulled up to my house, I sighed hard. "I'll see you at school tomorrow then..."

"Hey Pres..." He said as I was about to open the door. "Next time, no matter what I'm doing, call me before you so recklessly go out drinking around random streets. I'll always come for you... no matter what," he told me pleadingly with honest eyes.