Novel & Cerita Little Bobby's Drunk Again

Because I spent half the night replaying every second of it. Because a five-year-old basically told me Beckett looks at me like his dad looks at his mom. None of which I can actually say. So instead I shrug. “I’m fine.” Sean looks unconvinced. Before he can push it further, laughter erupts from farther down the hall. Against my better judgment, I look. Huge mistake. Beckett is standing near the trophy case with Tyler, Colt, and a few other guys from the team. Like always. Like nothing has changed.

Instead I'd spent it with daddy and mom at a quiet dinner in a stuffy restaurant. I couldn't even mourn his absence in peace because as soon as daddy saw me looking anything but upbeat he went on the warpath. That night has been used as an anvil over my head for three damn years. We pulled into the packed parking lot of the club Mindy has been raving about since she became old enough to drink. She'd let it slip once that Jake had laid down the law about her drinking and partying before she was old enough, and she'd held true to her promise not to.

Those few words gave Bobby pause and the bottle of beer quickly slipped from his fingers, causing her to jump. “Shit, I got it Jackie.” But he knew her well enough, and she was done talking to the little punk, and he was quite okay with that. He grabbed the broom and started sweeping up, his eyes straying back to the other guy. Maybe he should tell Jackie to go on the date so she could see how wrong Tony was but how right Bobby was. “Are you okay?” Bobby nodded as he tossed the glass. “Yeah, just lost the grip.” Bobby nodded to the guy who was with his friends. “I think should say yes,” Bobby told her.

I looked at the screen it was Bobby calling. "Oh my God! Why did you guys allow me drink so much yesterday, you know I can't handle my drinks," I whined into the phone. Bobby chuckled softly. "You needed it baby girl. Actually that is why I am calling, to ask how you are feeling this morning. I remembered that alcohol and you don't miss very well."

Now, see what happened because of your careless behavior" Hearing her mother's words, Jennifer frowned and said, "Mom, who knows that they would follow me? It was beyond my imagination. I never thought that that old man had his people behind me to follow me. If I had known about this, I would have been careful. And going to clubs is not a big deal. All the girls in high society go to clubs and drink. Drinking and gambling are very common for them. I don't understand why they are making such a big issue out of this small matter"

Leon looks at me “Come on, we are going home now” I hesitated, looking back at Jaxton. He gave me a small nod telling me it was fine. Without another word, I followed Leon. Leon tries to talk to me on the drive home and I do not respond. The moment he drives through the gate, I jump out of his car. “Leave the new boy alone” I stared at him in disbelief “Excuse me” “You heard me, stop talking to him, stop looking at him, stay away from him before things get really messy”

It didn't seem as if he was leaving so I continued reading my book ,occasionally stealing a glance of him. He was just there picking his nails and doing nothing else, why did he come here? "I'm thirsty" He suddenly said. Why's he telling me he's thirsty? " I'm thirsty "He said again. I didn't need to be told so I gave him my water bottle and he drank the whole water,closed the bottle and tossed it at me,it hit my hand and fell on the ground " You could at least give it back to me " I said as I picked it up and kept beside me.

He was about to open its door and drive away from his men when a group of drunk men came near him. They're five men and one of them is holding an empty bottle of whiskey, stumbling to walk towards the young Israel. "Hey!" The drunk man holding an empty bottle yell. "Nice car there, young boy... Where did you steal it?" His colleagues burst into laughter as the young boy started to back away. "Answer, young man!" Israel sneered as the drunk man tried to hold him and his Rolls Royce. When he heard a metal clanking with the glass bottle, he immediately glares at the drunk man holding the empty bottle who just dropped it on his car.

If someone else, but not Bobby, played the betraying Judas role, it might have hit me differently. I trusted him, every part of me believed he was genuine and incapable of such. I continued peeping and waited for Mr. Rex to leave, so I could go out, I have to run as far as I could. They must not find me. The more I waited, the more the pounding in my head intensified, this time, affecting my vision. Could it be that Bobby had drugged the drink he gave to me before my performance? When it was my turn to perform, Bobby gave me a glass filled with wine. The smell wasn’t offensive, and the taste was not different from the normal wine.