Corrupting The Pastor's Son

"Alright." I softly reply. Now I can't take it back. 

"YOU ARE GOING AND THA-- wait alright?" He states in a state of disbelief.

"Yeah." I shudder.

"Well I'll be damned." He kisses my mother on the cheek.

My mom walks around our coffee table slowly making her way towards my stiff figure with a small smile etched onto her delicate features.

She places herself in front of me. My 5'7 frame towering over her petite 5'0 frame.

Her lips tug on the corners as she pulls me into a tight embrace. Damn its must have been years since the last time she hugged me. I stand there awkwardly with my hands on my sides.

"Ima go pack." I state awkwardly as I pry her off of me.

"Okay honey." My mother states in her sugary voice as my dad comes next to her and she wraps her arms around his waist with his arm draped around her shoulder.

I walk up the marble stairs. Yes, we are rich all due to my dad's shared law firm, but I don't go around flaunting it.

If you are wondering how I got into this predicament well it stared all when my mom caught me with a boy in my room a couple months back, then it went onto discovering pictures of me completely shitfaced at a college party. The topper that sent them over the edge was finding a used condom in my trash bin leading to the discovery of opened box of Trojan in my drawer along with my bottle of Tequila.

No, I dont act out for attention. No, I do not have a hidden secret that's slowly eating away at me. No, I'm not secretly insecure with myself.

I like sleeping with a taken man it makes me feel better to know a guy would cheat on his girlfriend to have a couple of hours of pleasure with me. I know its mean, but it's life. I also like getting drunk it makes everything more fun and exciting.

Only things I would never do is have unprotected sex and do drugs, because I have standards.

Although I would be lying if I said that I didn't care that I have disappointed my parents.

I let out a huff as I close my last suitcase.

I decided to take my MP3, my old memory journal, and one bottle of hard liquor placing them in my first large suitcase with all my clothes.

"Come in." I shout at the person knocking on my bedroom door.

My mom pokes her head in. "Dinner's ready."

"So.."

"Are you going to be coming down to eat with us?"

"Personally I have better things to do." My mom's beautiful face falls at my response as a crack forms in my heart.

Damn why in the hell do I have to be bitchy. Its like I can't turn it off.

"Oh. I guess I'll leave some food for you in the microwave." She whispers her voice cracking near the end.

God how I wish I can take that back.

I crack a bottle of whisky from my secret stash underneath the clothes bin.

I randomly throw the top on the floor. I put the bottle rim up to my lips feeling the cold glass, the smell hitting my nose hard. I slowly tip its contents into my mouth.

The burning causes my eyes to water.

Fuck I still can imagine my mom's upset features and the first tear rolling down my dad's face.

I stagger over to the computer chair opening up the laptop the brightness causes me to shield my eyes. I sign into my yahoo messenger.

I tip the bottle once more into my mouth as the burn has become more soothing. I open the bottom desk drawer placing it in there.

Now I need to send a message to Riley.

I scroll through my friend's list

Rachel.

Raven.

Ricky.

Riley. Yes, finally found that fucker.

I double click his name, the message box pops onto my screen as I click to type.

I send him a quick message telling him that I'm leaving tomorrow and I will contact him from there.

Oh damn I need to remember to get my phone back from parents since they kept when I had gotten grounded for the second offense.

I sign out of my messenger.

I sluggishly make my way towards my messy bed.

My eyes close shortly after as I fall into a dreamless sleep.

"Up!" A male voice booms quickly I recognize it as my fathers.

I shift around on my bed.

"I said get up."

I sit up rubbing my eyes with my wrist. "There I'm up." I state with one drowsy eye open. I swing my legs over the edge of my bed placing my head into my hands.