Trials and Consequences of Love

Chapter 13

Let You Down – NF.

Walk on Water – Eminem ft Beyonce.

Until I Bleed – The Weeknd.

"I lay my head on a thousand beds, it's been a test to see how far a man can go without himself. I think I lost the only piece that held it all in place; now my madness is the only love I let myself embrace. I could've stayed, but I chose the life; I chose the life. Then I realized, she might have been the one, I let it go, for a little fun. I made a trade, gave away our days, for a little fame. Now I'll never see your face, but it's okay I adapted anyway" – "Adaptation" The Weeknd.

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🥀Carson🥀

"Charles take this boy out of my house!" my mother screams walking behind my father.

"Michelle will you just shut up, what if someone outside hears all this ruckus, what do you think they will think?" my father shouts at her equally as angry.

"You care about what people will think Charles? That's what you're thinking about? What people will think?" she shouts throwing her hands up in exasperation.

"He almost killed himself and Maddison, Charles! Because of alcohol and you're worried about what people will think? That boy needs to go to rehab!" she storms behind him as he walks into the living room.

"Michelle, if we send the boy to rehab what do you think people will say about him? They are already calling him a murderer the poor boy can't even go to school" he hisses sitting in the chaise lounge.

"Stop talking about people Charles, he is our son and he needs help!" she screams standing right before him.

"You're speaking as if he's an alcoholic" he hisses looking up at her.

"He is!" she shouts rolling her eyes.

"I'm not" I try to defend myself but they both ignore me.

"He just had a little too much to drink," he says picking up his glasses from the side table.

"He just had a little too much to drink? A little?" she exclaims looking at him as if he has two heads.

"Yes, that's what I said" he nods at her.

"There were two empty bottles of Absolut Vodka in his car, he had a half bottle in his hand, and did you see the bottles in his room?" she asks fuming.

"Ever heard of recreational drinking Michelle?" he turns his head to the side looking up at her.

"Charles that's not recreational drinking and you know it. The boy needs help" she says putting her hands on her hips.

"No son of mine is going to rehab Michelle and that's final," he says picking up the newspaper off the side table.

"What is wrong with rehab Charles? Rehab has helped so many people through their struggles. What is so wrong with sending the boy to rehab?" she asks him, clearly irritated.

"Did I say there's something wrong with rehab Michelle? I don't think I did. I said, no son of mine is going to rehab" he crosses his right leg over the left.

"If not rehab then send him to prison, he needs to learn Charles and he needs help" she sighs, frustration clear on her face.

"I would rather sell my soul than send my only son to prison for a mistake that can be corrected at home" he hisses loosening the tie around his neck.