Harsh

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Alex's pov age 16

For the first time in my life I was spanked, but not forgiven.

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It's a week into summer vacation and I'm staying with Ollie.

It's been great so far. I haven't been scolded, spanked, or even swatted once! I haven't heard one "little boy", "young man", or "Alexander" either. Ollie is just more patient and more laid back than Ryley. I swore at him while he was helping me pack, and Ryley would have at least popped me but Ollie just told me off.

Lying is a serious offense to both of my brothers. It's near impossible to tell a lie and get away with it. I'd say 98% of the time I lie ends up with me crying over over of thier knees. Do I learn not to lie? Yes. For about a week.

"Where ya going?" Ollie asked, popping his head out of the kitchen. "Park." I smiled. Josiah's house. "Now? It's kinda late." He questioned. "I won't be out long. And there's less people there when its later." I said casually. "Hmm okay. Ten o' clock latest." He hummed, going back to scrubbing dishes. "Okay." I said, walking out of the door. I'll definitely be later than that.

•••

I glanced at my phone, even though the loud music coming through the walls already told me I had the right house.

I shoved my hands in my hoodie and walked inside. I tried to keep close to myself, weaving in and out of crowds. I hate being touched and I'm basically in a conga line.

I don't even know where I'm going, I just kept shoving until I heard someone call my name. "Alex!" Grayson smiled, pulling me out of a mini crowd and into the kitchen. "Hey." I nodded, finally able to breathe. "I almost didn't believe you when you said you'd be back this summer." Josiah said from behind us. I turned around and gave a shy smile. "Do you drink?" He asked, giving me a guilty smile. "Definitely." I nodded, accepting the shot pushed my way.

•••

It was loud. Too loud. And I don't think I'm alone.

I look to my left and see Grayson laying next to me, looking halfway dead. What time is it?

I feel around for my phone, not finding it. I shrug it off, feeling too sick to care. I can't even remember what all I did. What happened?

"Alex!" Cammy laughs watching me down my shot, and hers. "Damn kid, you really can drink." Josiah smirked, pouring me another one.

My head hurts. And I think I'm missing a shoe. Where's my shoe?

"Come onnnn!" I whined, climbing out of the window barely big enough to fit through. Grayson rolled his eyes before following ke out onto the roof. I dangled my feet over the side, feeling the cool air on my flushed face. I closed my eyes, listening to the music as it vibrates my bones. Everything feels so intense, definitely from the alcohol.

Eventually Taylor notices us missing and makes us come inside, my shoe getting knocked loose on the latch.

My throat is dry, very dry. Did I smoke?

"Couldn't get him to do it the first time and now he won't share!" Josiah laughs, shoving my shoulder. I rolled my eyes and took another hit before passing it.

I'm so dead. I eventually manage to pull myself up. I wobble down the hall until I find the bathroom. Wow. My hair is frizzy and sticking up, my hoodie is wrinkled and definitely has spilled beer on it and...is that a hickie?!

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