As bad as we are now

Chapter eleven- treason

I wake up with the light of sun in my eyes and I blink several times before I realize I'm in a strange room , strange bed with a stranger person next to me that I've never seen before.

I look to my side and there's a fake blonde guy laying there with his arm around mine. I remember him, we spoke drunk talk all night, he was nice and i may say his particular cute sleeping and quite attractive but i certainly don't remember end up in a bed with him. I try to remove his arm the smoothly I can to not wake him up. I sit in the bed and I feel terrible , like my head is going to explode , damn you alcohol, you suck...

I exist the room and I see a few people sleeping on the floor, Michael sleeps with his mouth open on the couch and my lips form a smile shape. I try to find my stuff and i get off Michael apartment just with the sound of the door closing. I look at my phone and it's 7am, I hope my parents are not awake or ill be in serious trouble.

In twenty minutes i am home, i love how the streets are empty and you can hear your every move, silence sounds good now when you have a serious hangover.

I put my keys on my door but the door opens from the inside, and I tall young man appears in front of me.

"oh... hi." he looks petrify

"hello?!" i say blocking his way out

" I ...a " he swallows "I came to fix your TV" he says

"right... quite early to fix TV's." I try to embarrase him, what is going on

"yeah. I have more TV's to fix. excuse me" he exist and I get in

"nice to meet you." i say to him while he walks away

"yeah, nice to meet you too..." he says with red cheeks "shit shit shit" he whispers and continues to walk away, he looks young maybe in his 20's, he has a College t-shirt and some blue jeans

"okay..." i whisper to myself and close the door

i enter the kitchen "oh, hello dear!" my mom says

"hey. what was that?" i point at the door

"what was what?" she drinks her coffee and I notice now she's wearing a black sexy nightgown

"where's Ethan?!" I sit in one of the kitchen benches

"in his room... why?" she takes another sip of her coffee

"did he had a friend here tonight?" I ask , I want to see what she says

"no, I don't believe he did." she nods a no

"then who was the young guy who left the house?" I ask her

she swallows "how did you see him?"

"that was not my question, mom."

"he... he was here to fix the showers things in my room." she says nervously

"are you ?" i put my hands on my head "in our house? Oh my..." i want to puke , gross.

"no. what do you mean?!"

"Mom! he told me we was here to fix the TV. At least you could talk and get the same excuse, for heaven's sake." I say and she closes her eyes

"Please don't tell your father." she puts her coffee cup on the balcony

"that's the only thing you have to say? don't tell your father. what about me? and Ethan ? oh my God , you're like twice of his age. He could be my boyfriend. what were you thinking?" this is crazy, I can't look at her, I pity her, i know my dad loves her. Does he? I think he does