My Wreckage

Chapter 13: My 1st Drunken Night (Scarlett)

(Past)

Scarlett

"Just two f*****g, days." I heard him blare as I stood outside his office, "Two days a week you get him all f*****g week. At least give me that. I deserve that as his father." I heard a sharp breath, "No, that's it...I'm done, I'm calling a lawyer. I have a right to visitation. You can't just ask for money and not let me see my son...Bye Leona, see you in court...yeah same to you..." I heard the loud bang of the phone hitting the receiver.

I decided to slowly back away.

"What do you want?"

I wondered if he was talking to me but I couldn't be too sure.

"Look, I can hear you out there."

I walked into his office slowly.

His lips tightened. "Figures." He blew out cradling his nose.

I straightened. "I guess you were expecting Heather."

He looked up at me. "I was expecting the grim reaper." He stood up and walked past me scratching his head.

I grabbed his shoulder. "I just want to know the truth. "

"The truth?" He said.

"Yeah." I huffed, "Are you trying to be my friend or get in my pants?" 

"This again. " He huffed, "Do yourself a favor, just stay away from both of us."

"Why?" I demanded, "Do I need to quit? If I can't trust my boss who can I trust."

His head hung. "Scar, I told you, I would never disrespect you, nor would I ever hurt you." He sighed, "But it's clear somewhere I crossed the line. I'm your boss, you're my employee."

"I thought we were friends too."

 He bit his lip. "Scar, you are my friend and it's because of that, I think we should take a step back."

"You don't want to hang out anymore." My lips twitched sadly. 

 "It's for the best, Scarlott. It's just the best way..." He walked away.

"Troy...wait," I called out

Troy disappeared again in the men's bathroom, and after we cleaned up the party, we rode up to his place. A large beach house overseeing the entire island. I idea where all the beers came from but started chugging. I wrapped my fingers around my bottle strolling through the house. Everyone was finding a bedroom to shack up in till morning. It was like I imagined the house parties were in high school. This was all becoming the high school experience I never had and wasn't sure I wanted.

I walked out the back door into the beach. The moon was big, and then I looked and saw the big lighthouse I had seen in the picture. It was dark, I wondered if he ever used it, I wanted to see the lighthouse come to life. I tightened my grasp around my bottle slipped off my shoes and walked toward it.

"I wouldn't wander off, sweetheart." I heard a deep voice say behind me, I turned to find him looking back at me.

He walked up and picked me up in his arms. I giggled as I nuzzled in his neck loving the effects of his scent. I moaned gently.

"I like you too, Troy," I confessed.

He just chuckled.

"I do." I said, "I like coming to work. I like being with you. I like you."

"I like you too, sweetheart."

I felt him taking me upstairs my heart fell into my stomach. Was he going to sleep with me? Was he still playing his game? It was strange because I didn't care. I wanted him to take my virginity for many reasons. He was hot, so I could get it over with, I liked him, he liked me... I nuzzled his neck gently kissing and tongue kissing it. "Troy."

He chuckled. "You're cute, you know that?"

He pulled his fluffy white blanket and laid me in his soft bed. His room was full of windows right next to the lighthouse.

"Is that your lighthouse?" I pointed with the bottle in my hand.

Troy tugged the bottle away, and then he sent for my shoes."It was my mother's eyes...and she passed it down to me." He knelt by the bed and pulled the covers over me.

"It's beautiful." I smiled.

His lips curved into a wide smile."Really?"

His face was nearly touching mine his warmth pulsed through every part of my body, yet we weren't touching "Make love to me, Troy." I whispered pulling down the covers leaning toward him.

His head fell. I was feeling cold again at the loss of his warmth. As he brought his head up I noticed he was smiling...no silently laughing...at me.

I giggled but I was mad. "What's so funny. Troy, I know you want me...I want you..." I sat up grabbing his hand and sliding it over my breast. I bit my lip. "I want to be my first, Troy."

He tilted his head up sliding his finger under his nose. He cradled my face, kissed my forehead as he tugged the covers over me. "Get some sleep, sweetheart."

"Why not? I thought you liked me." I smiled.

He looked at my eyes as bright as ever. "You're drunk, sweetheart. You don't know what you're saying."

I giggled. I didn't know why. "I'm not drunk."

He chuckled as he cradled my cheeks, pushing aside my bang. "Get some sleep." He said softly and stood up.

"You're leaving?" The cold chill came over me again. I felt my eyes start to burn.

"I'll be downstairs on the couch if you need me." He turned slowly.

"Troy." I cried, "I need you now."

"Good night, Scar. Sweet dreams" He turned and close the door.

I laid back down wishing he would have at least go into bed next to me, or he at least stayed in the room. The harsh sting of rejection went through me. I practically threw myself at him...and I was drunk. I didn't feel drunk. I tried to think about how many beers I'd had but it just made my head hurt. I just fell into his soft pillow. Troy was right. I was a naive i***t.

As my eyes fluttered open the sun blared in my eyes triggering a wince and causing a searing headache. I put the cover over my head to block out the sun. A scent overtook me causing me to question where I was. Flashes of last night caused my face to burn. Some of it was a blur but what I did remember was enough to go into hiding from him for a couple of days.

I heard a soft knock on the door causing me to peek out. The sun caused me to close one eye, but I knew his figure to well. His silhouette strolled toward me until my eyes adjusted and I noticed him holding a tray. He set it down on the nightstand and knelt down by the bed.

"How are you feeling?" His eyes were warm and sympathetic.

"My head hurts." I winced.

His lip twitched as he took a glass of the water off the tray and handed it to me. I reluctantly scooted up as he slipped two Tylenol pills in my hand. I slipped them in my mouth and chugged the water so they slid down my throat.

"Better?"

My head still hurts but I lightly nodded anyway.

"You call your parents?"

I looked over at the nightstand. What did I do with my purse?

He lifted my hobo bag on to the bed. "You left this downstairs."

"Thanks," I said softly.

"So you're the cool older brother that lets underage kids drink at your house?"

He chuckled silently. "I wouldn't say that. I have no idea how Zeke gets it. I just know I don't buy it. I just know that it's better you guys get drunk here and crash here, than out there, and...crash, I guess."

I giggled and it caused my head to hurt again. "Or you get a supplying alcohol to minors charge."

He smirked, "I don't supply. Are you going to turn you in?"

I bit my lip and my head fell. Even if I was going to. I was drinking too. I shook my head.

"I don't know, maybe that makes me an asshole."

I shook my head looking up at him. "I mean, Zeke, everyone...and is going to drink anyway. Might as well have an older brother making sure everyone is safe."

"And calls their parents." He looked down at my bag. "Seriously, they're probably worried."

I doubted it, but I went for my purse. "Calling." I laughed.

I noticed him leaving. "Troy?" I said, "About last night."

"Nothing happened." He shrugged. I wondered if he meant that he was brushing it off, or assuring me I didn't sleep with him. I knew that. I wasn't that drunk. "Call your parents." He said before leaving.

I pulled out my phone and noticed there were no missed calls or text messages. I blew out a breath and scrolled the phone for my mom's number.

"Where the hell have you been?"

"My friends threw me a birthday party and I stayed the night."

"And you couldn't call?"

I brushed a hand through my hair. "Mom, I just lost track of time."

"Me and Simon were worried sick."

So much that they called the police, sent out a search party.

"I swear if you come back pregnant..."

"You're going to kick me out?" I huffed, "Simon would love that."

"Don't talk back to me? Don't get to smelling yourself because you're eighteen. Let me tell you something. The only thing open after ten..."

"Is legs." I finished.

"Don't mock me."

"Mom. I'm not having s*x, and even if I was I'm smart enough to be safe. In case you didn't know, you had a valedictorian daughter that missed her graduation." I had a speech and everything, but she wanted to move because nothing else mattered but what Simon wanted.

"This again. Look, I told you we were sorry, we had a cake here we were going to try to make it up to you."

With a cake? Seriously?

"I see you want to act all grown now. I guess I don't have to worry about you on the side of the road somewhere so thank you for putting me out of my misery."

"Bye Mom. I have to get ready for work." I said controlling the shaking in my voice and my burning nose causing my eyes to water.

Just like that, the call disconnected. She could have said it back, but she didn't.

I leaned back and looked out the window. Watching the waves slowly rushing to the shore, it was soothing to watch as well as the dark clouds passing by. This guy's back yard looked like a postcard come to life.

I heard the door open drawing my attention to the door.

"Hey?"

I noticed the wetness on my face and started brushing it away. "Hey." I played it off even though I knew it was too late.

His eyebrows drew together. "You okay?"

"Yeah." I said fluffing my hair, "I guess I need to get ready for work."

"I'm giving you a sick day." He crossed his arms.

"I'm fine, it's a little headache," I said.

"Consider it a gift."

My eyebrows shot up. "Thanks but, I can't. My mom needs time to cool off anyway."

"Stay here." He said almost like a demand, "It's about to rain anyway, service will probably be slow, and we'll probably close early anyway."

"Are you serious?"

He chuckled. "It's not every day you have your first hang-over."

I rolled my eyes. When I thought of a hang-over I thought of being over the toilet feeling like crap. I felt like crap, emotionally and my head still hurt a little, and I felt a little nauseated but other than that, I could have at least gone to work. I was sure the rain would probably mess up fishing, and I actually enjoyed that.

"I'm going to make you some breakfast and then head out." He said, "Then I'll be in for lunch to check on you." He left the room again.

As the door closed I sat there dumb-founded. I had the day off having this beautiful place at my disposal, it was almost too good to be true.