Don't let fear keep us apart

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TRIGGER WARNINGS : seizures, catcalling, hitting, blood, religious talk ig, epilepsy, alcohol

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TRIGGER WARNINGS : seizures, catcalling, hitting, blood, religious talk ig, epilepsy, alcohol

Damien POV
"No,"  I said sternly, pulling the bottle from Remus. 

"Why not?"  Remus whined.  "I'm old enough."

"You said you were going to get clean,"  I argued.  "That includes alcohol."

"C'mon, just one sip,"  He begged, making grabby hands. 

I just stared at him silently, refusing to give him back the bottle.  I came home from school only to find Remus trying to get into the alcohol cabinet. 

"I'm not letting you drink,"  I told him. 

I shoved the bottle back in the cabinet and locked it.  I took the key and slipped it into my pocket.  I'll have to find a place to hide it later.

Remus frowned and looked longingly at the bottles.  I grabbed his arm and pulled him with me to the living room. 

"Please,"  Remus begged again.  "We can get drunk and just forget about all of this."

"I'm not letting you relapse,"  I said. 

Sighing, I sat down on the couch.  I pulled Remus down with me and held him tightly so he couldn't get back up. 

"When's Evan getting back?"  Remus asked, finally excepting I wasn't going to let him get drunk. 

"We have about a half hour before we have to leave and go pick him up from school,"  I told him.

"Can't he drive?"  He complained.

"He can But he doesn't have a car,"  I explained. 

"That sucks,"  Remus sighed.  "Can we watched Bates Motel?  It's on Netflix."

"I've never heard of that show,"  I mumbled while reaching for the remote. 

"It's a great show, but for mature audiences if ya catch my drift,"  He laughed.

"So not something Evan would want to watch?"  I asked, laughing a bit.

"He's too innocent for this show,"  Remus replied.

I started the first episode and relaxed back into the couch a bit.  We sat in silence, just watching the show for about twenty minutes.

But then came a knock on the door.  I pushed myself back up and peered at the window to the porch.

When I saw who it was, I quickly launched myself off he couch.  Remus ended up getting shoved into the floor, followed by a string of cuss words.

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