"Babe, please answer your phone. This is like the sixth voicemail in 10 minutes and I really want to talk to you and straighten what happened up. I'm sorry, I didn't do anything. I love you." I said ending the voicemail to Brenda's phone.
I searched for her during lunch earlier today but couldn't find her. After the day was over, I came back home to call her because I doubted that she wanted to see my face. I set my phone on the other side of my bed, wishing Brenda was there instead.
I got up and went downstairs for a drink.
After the incident at home, mom slapped the papers on Chancellor and they're working on getting a divorce. I'm staying with her until I graduate.
I downed my capri sun as someone knocked on the front door; I stared at it before they knocked again, then lazily walked to it. If it's not Brenda, I don't care. It was Megan. How'd she get my adress?
"Don't worry how I know where you live. We need to talk." she said. I invited her in.
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Brenda POV;
I wandered around the house not sure what to do today. Days when you don't have anything to do, or homework, made you wonder if you had a life outside of school. No one was home, just me, myself, and I.
I walked into my parents room leaving the door open and looked around for any sign of crazy in the room. I went through their closet and looked under the bed to see anything out of the ordinary. The only thing I saw was a dildo under my 'mother's' side of the bed and some lotion to 'enhance sexual desires'. I mentally threw up because trust me, I didn't need to see any of that.
I walked inside of their large bathroom and smelt something illegal. Like drugs for say. If they're on drugs, I don't know what to do anymore. I saw a drawer that had a lock on it and tried to pull it off; no luck. I then began to feel on top of the door for a key which I still haven't found. I felt all around their bathtub and around the toilet but still no damn clue. I picked up their toothbrush holder and discovered what I guessed was the key.
I quickly ran back to the drawer and opened it, staring at cocaine and other substances I wasn't familiar with. I picked up a tube of pills and read what the label said. Halcion; it looked as though prescribed. I picked up a smaller bag which had a label 'heroin'. I sat them back down and closed the drawer, locking it in the process. I put the key back and left their room, closing the door, and breathing heavily. My parents were on drugs.
Drugs that could possibly kill them and cause violence between them and this household.
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Clark Gonzales POV;
Megan explained pretty much what she thought of me in curse words I'd never even heard before. She punched me in my chest and told me how horrible I was. I heard her out though and explained everything that's been going on.
To how Scotty slept with Kylie, the incident between Jerry and Brenda, and my parents. Unlike others, she believed each word I said truthfully.
"All I have to say Clark, is that you're stupid as hell for not rushing after her then and there. She didn't want to talk to you at all but you should've made her listen. You hid photos of Kylie's naked ass on your phone, like come on Clark, are you that fucking stupid? You used to be at the top of the class and our star-quarterback. You ruined yourself for hiding so much." she ended.
I closed the front door and put my head against it thinking. Should I see Brenda right now? I should but I'm scared of what she'll say.
Will she believe what Kylie showed her or will she trust me? I decided that it'd be best if I talked to her face-to-face. I drove over to her home and walked to her front door slowly, ringing the bell. She opened the door slow before she completely opened it, hugging me and crying. But why?
She should want to punch my balls out; but she shouldn't! I invited myself in and closed her front door, locking it.
"Hey, hey. What's wrong?" I asked looking up at her tear stained cheeks.
"My parents-" she started.
"Did they hurt you? Where are they?" I questioned. She shook her head and shrugged, crying against my chest. I held her head in my arms and kissed her forehead, calming her down.
"They're umm, I think they're on drugs." She said. I couldn't tell if she was trying to lighten the mood, or was serious.
"I could've told you that." I smiled looking in her eyes. She frowned.
"I'm serious. Their drawer is filled with different drugs, illegal and prescribed." She said moving out my grasp. I looked at her unsure what to say.
"Like weed and shit?" I asked.
"No like capsules that look like cocaine is in them."
"I don't think you should be in this house anymore Bren. Why don't you call the police instead?"
"So I can be placed in a group home and moved somewhere else? Clark I'm going to be 18 soon, and graduate high school. No, Clark I can't just do that," she started walking up the stairs. I followed her as she went into her bedroom, and sat on her bed. I sat as well and rubbed her back. "Why did you come here?" I stopped rubbing her back and sighed.
"So we can talk."
"I don't wanna talk about that at all Clark-"
"Well we are, so listen up. Kylie has been sending me provacotive messages and photos and I don't know what to do about it. If I block her number, there's another way I'm gonna see the photos for her pleasure. The photo you seen on her phone, was not real. Do you hear me?" I asked making sure Brenda was still paying attention. She nodded looking at everything except me.
"She jumped on me and forced me to pick her up. I tried setting her down but nothing worked. Some kid took fake ass photos of us and after that, she climbed off me. She did this to get back at me for dumping her a while ago, okay? I would never do something that low or do that to you because I am in love with you. Not just love you, but I am deeply in love with you and I will never hurt you like that ever." I said wiping her tear. I kissed her lips slowly and quickly hugged her.
"I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions as always. I know I should trust you more but its kind of hard. Please forgive me." She said clearing her eyes up. I nodded and passionately kissed her lips until I heard the damn front door. We both looked at eachother and I got up rushing to the window. Locked.
"Bren what happened to your damn window?!" I whisper-yelled as I tried to lift up the bolted window. She shrugged and pulled me under her bed, which suprisingly, I could fit under uncomfortably. She closed her window curtains and her door before jumping on her bed. I stayed silent trying not to breathe heavily and give myself away.
I heard her bedroom door open, water running loudly through the hallway, and kept as quiet as possible; its hard when you're nervous as hell.
"Why are you sitting around not doing anything?" A female, her mother, asked coming closer to the bed.
"I'm just not doing good today," I heard a slap. A hard bitch-slap. Was that to Brenda?
"Save your damn excuses. I am so sick of you here, you're lucky your father won't let me get rid of you until the last two weeks of school for because I would right now if I could. You're disgusting and are acting like a whore-"
"By staying in my room and not doing drugs or having sex everyday?" She asked. Another slap. If her dad wasn't here in this house, I'd beat the shit out of this woman, I don't care if she's her mom.
"Shut the fuck up. You disgust me and I can't believe I gave birth to an ungrateful little bitch like you." The woman said.
She gave me major Penelope Blosson vibes from Riverdale. I loved that show. I used to read the comics as a kid.
I heard her spit and walk out wobbly, slamming Bren's door. Brenda got up and locked it, sliding down the door and crying. After a few minutes, I got out from underneath the bed and went to her side. I examined her face which for the first time reddened.
"I'm going to talk to her." I said moving Brenda out the way until she pulled my arm. We struggled for almost 10 minutes.
"No, please Clark no-"
"How long as she hit you?"
"Over two weeks now, Clark stop." She said trying to stop me. I left out her room and walked down the hall to what I'm guessing was her parents room. I tried to open the door, but it was locked and there was water running.
I pulled a paperclip that I've left in my pocket for months out and twisted the lock just enough to open the door. I walked and followed the noise of the running water and had the paperclip in my hand for protection but dropped it when I saw something I didn't need to.
Brenda came in momentarily and consciously fell to the ground, staring at what we didn't expect to happen.
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So what happened lovelies ?