Kissing Booth [BoyxBoy]

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So don't wipe your eyes

Tears remind you you're alive

Chapter 05 ~ Even My Dad Does Sometimes

    Scar Patterson

Stepping into my house and being greeted by my mother passed out on the couch with an empty bottle of Bourbon clutched tightly in her hands was something I should have anticipated beforehand. Especially since it was the third time it happened this month.

I sputtered a string of profanities under my breath before throwing my backpack to the floor and rushing to her side. I hovered over her mouth and wasn't the least bit surprised to not hear her breathing. "Come on," I muttered as I scooped my hands under my mother's fragile body. "Amy!"

Only seconds after my call, I heard Amy's heavy steps descend the staircase until she was at my side, shaking her head in disblief at the sight of our unconcious mother. "Again?"

I hoisted our mother up from her sprawled-out position and carefully laid her on the floor. Brushing her stray strands of brown hair away from her pale face, I rested the heel of my hands on her breastbone and covered it with my other hand. "Get the towel," I told Amy.

She hastily ran into the kitchen and turned on the faucet, placing a kitchen towel under the running water.

I looked over to Jamie who still stood into the doorway with his eyes widened in pure shock. "Call 911. Tell them to bring an ambulance," I instructed.

His eyes lingered on my mother for a while before he fumbled for his cell phone which he pressed to his ear.

Amy came running back into the living room with the wet towel in hand and placed it onto our mother's sweaty forehead as I began to do chest compressions. Amy and I have done this enough times to know she would be alright, but I always had doubts every time.

Mom's body convulsed as she began to spurt out the induced alcohol, coughing as she did so. She sucked in large intakes of air while she attempted to sit up straight. "Baby," she managed to say between breaths as her sweaty hands grasped onto my face. "You saved me." Her ocean blue eyes burned into mine with such delight.

Amy sighed in relief and plopped down on the floor, burying her head in her hands.

"An ambulance is on its way," I told my mom, even though I doubted that she understood. Turning to face Amy, I said, "I'm taking a shower and then I'm out of here. Stay with Mom to make sure she's alright."

She lifted her head and her full lips twisted into a slight pout. "Why do I always have to stay with her? Why can't you stay?"

My eyes burned deep into her pale gray ones. "It's not like you have anything better to do besides down a whole load of ice cream. Seriously, the ice cream can't last a day in this house with you around," I retorted with a silly smirk which succeeded in making Amy's mouth fall open.

"It's not my fault," she snapped back.

"How?" I bit harder. "How is it not your fault?"

"I don't want to be this way," she admitted as the tears welled in her eyes. "But ever since-"

"Since what?" I questioned with a deadly glare, daring her to spit it out. "Since Dad died? Don't you fucking blame Dad for your weight gain. You're a fat pig because you want to be, not because of him."

Amy fell silent, gazing back at me with watery eyes. She wanted to cry, but she was holding back the tears in an attempt to show me that she wasn't affected by my words, but I knew she was.