It's Complicated

02 ~ Last Time Was The Last Time

Chapter 2 ~ Last Time Was The Last Time

"Halston, you need to get up," I hear a voice say and a hand grabbed my shoulder. I slap the hand away and roll to the other side, groaning.

"Hal!" I hear the voice repeat again, and then the next thing I know I'm being shoved off the bed, landing face down on the carpet. I groan in pain, attempting to rub the sleep out of my my eyes.

"What the hell Logan!" I yell, rubbing the spot on the back of my head where it hit the floor.
"You need to come downstairs." He states, shooting me a serious look. My eyes widen and spring up, sprinting out of the room and down the stairs. Oh no.

The sight in front of me was something I was used to by now; paint everywhere, plates shattered, my mom sprawled on the couch, passed out with a empty bottle of whisky in front of her.

"Shit" I whisper turning to see Logan's reaction. His face mostly reflected my own and our gazes both glued back onto the floor. "She said last time was the last time," I whisper as we both looked at each other and back at her.

"We should probably clean up so she isn't embarrassed when she wakes up" he says, leaning down to grab a piece of the broken glass on the floor. "I think dad left again, his stuff isn't here," he mumbled, picking up another piece.

"Yeah I think he might have been the cause of this one too," I say and he nods. Our father has been absent recently and my guess is that he's been having an affair with his secretary at the company he works. His hours have been getting increasingly longer and they have been fighting more. My parents weren't always like this, they weren't broken.

Their story was more like a perfect book in a sense. The story of the boy meets the girl in a coffee shop and "accidentally" runs into her, spilling his latte all over the front part of her outfit. He offers to by her lunch in return and she agrees. Two years later they are happily married with a baby on the way. You would have never guessed that eighteen years later it would end like this. One gone and the other striped to an emotionless corpse who downs more wins than she can keep up with.

We cleaned up the best we could with the time we had and by the time I looked at the clock again it read "6:30"and I looked at Logan.

"Okay, we are leaving at 7:30, Logan go get ready." I say to him and he nods, heading into the bathroom. I grab the trash bag full of the contents that were scattered all over the floor  an hour ago and open the door and throw it into the trash can. I jump back into the house and hurdle the stairs and walk into my room, shutting the door softly behind me.

I cannot believe she did this. She got her 60-day chip about a week ago and now all of her hard work is down the drain. I slid to floor, putting my head in my hands. My eyes stung as held back my tears, refusing them to slip out. I've only cried twice in my life, once when Logan was in the hospital and once when my grandparents died. Crying was a weakness and I refuse to be viewed as weak.

After I calm down a little more I finally found the courage to peel myself off the ground and start to get ready to leave. My brown hair naturally likes to coil up into medium curls so just smooth out the top, put a few coats of mascara on and shuffle myself downstairs. I walk into the living room and set two aspirin and a glass of water on the end table, in front of my mom.

"Logan, we have to leave in five!" I shout up the stairwell and glance back at my mom, taking a deep breath. I feel a hand touch my arm and I jump back startled to see Logan standing in beside me.

"Should we wake her up?"

"She'll be fine, let's go." I shake my head  slightly, grabbing my keys and heading to my impala, my brother following me down the pathway.

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I walked up to my new locker in the senior hallway and put my books inside. Just get through today, that's all I'm asking of you Halston. I'm pulled out of my thoughts by my best friend shouting down the hall, "Now if it isn't little miss Foster, the one who never called me back yesterday."

"Pae!" I squeal as I run towards her, pulling her into a bone crushing hug. "Hal...Hal I can't breathe!" I hear her squeak and I immediately loosen my grip around her waist.

"Sorry, anyways I've missed you so much, how was Paris?" I ask pulling away to look at her. She looked tanner than she usually was and she looked visibly happier with her blonde hair shorter than before she left.

"It was amazing, I loved working with my aunt in the bakery," she gushed as I smiled at her. "It sounds amazing, but I'm sure you missed me every day you were there." She rolls her eyes at me.

"Well you and Julian, but yeah I guess I missed you. Speaking of Julian I should really go find him before the bell, see you at lunch," she waves and she backs away from me and I nod. Once she was gone I looked down at my schedule, Chemistry, I can deal with that.

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Hey lovelies it's finally June, I feel like it hasn't been a half of a year since January, that seems crazy. Anyways, I hope you liked the chapter and a look into Halston's family life, nothing was how it seemed. Please like, vote, and comment, feedback is appreciated and encouraged!