THE BOY NEXT DOOR

DRUNK & GROUNDED

Ross's POV
Aimee was sitting on a bench and she was drunk, drinking a beer, and with like literally 40 beer cans that was crunched and thrown on the ground all over the place.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" I yelled, stepping over the cans to get to Aimee. She just looked at me. "You're coming home with me right now!" I say, grabbing her arm roughly but she pushed me away.

"No I'm not!" She says, holding up her beer. "Don't you take another sip!" I say.

She laughs, giving me the death glare as she took another sip. "Come on Aimee. Why are you doing this?" I asked, sitting next to Aimee.

"Because I want to!"

"You're never like this though. What's making you do this now? It's like you've changed! I miss the fun shy Aimee that I used to like!" I say, and she chuckled.

"Oh. So you don't like me now?" She asked, with a rude attitude. "Of course I like you Aimee but I want you to stop drinking. Go back home. Your family are worried sick about you!" I say.

"Nah" she says, taking yet another drink. I sighed and thought of the only way that might make her come with me. I kissed her. She tasted like beer but I didn't care. I just wanted to help her. I wanted to be with her but the second I kissed her, I instantly regretted it.

I felt an sharp sting on my cheek and it happened. She slapped me. "DON'T EVER KISS ME AGAIN!" She yelled.

"That's it Aimee. You're coming home with me!" I say, grabbing her arm even more rougher. "NO! I'LL WALK HOME!" She yelled, trying to get away.

"And get yourself killed? Yea I don't think so!" I say, picking her up bridal style. "I couldn't care less what happens to me"

I just ignored her as she tried getting out of my grip. She kept kicking and screaming but nothing worked. I threw her in the car and locked the doors. I tried wiping off my lips because my lips started smelling like beer now.

I pull into my drive way and walked over next door with Aimee. I knocked on my door and Connor answered. "Is your mom home?" I asked as his eyes widened.

"Um...now she's working. What the fuck happened?" He asked, sounding pissed. "Aimee's drunk. If you want I'll stay here and help you take care of her" I suggested.

He sighed grabbing her. "No it's fine. Thanks though" Connor says, bringing her inside. "Text me if you need anything!" I say, walking back over to my house. I walked in and my mom walked over to me. "Hey baby. Did you find her?" She asked. I faked a smile nodding.

She went to hug me but immediately pulled back. I'm guessing she smelled the beer. "You were drinking?!" My mom asked, disappointed.

"Uhhh...yea I was and I'm sorry mom!" I lied. "Why the hell would you drink?! Give me your phone. You're grounded. Did Aimee have a drink too?" She asked. "No" I lied again.

"You're grounded. Go up to your room!" Mom says. I hand my mom my cell phone and stomped upstairs.

"YOUR FUCKING SON WAS DRINKING!" I heard my mom yell, and she threw something on the table.

I just let a tear slip as I closed my bedroom door. Not even a minute, my door opened revealing my dad with a red face full of anger. I got a little scared, I'll admit.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" My dad yelled.

I just looked down not saying anything. "ANSWER ME!" He yelled, slapping me. I just let more tears slip. "I-I'm sorry!" I say.

"I'm so mad at you! Are you even my fucking son! I know I didn't raise my son to be like this!" He says, walking out slamming the door shut. I jumped to the sudden loud noise. I just laid down and looked up at the ceiling.