Chapter NINETEEN:

                                    

                                          
6 months later:
                          
“What the hell Willow?” Charlie said as I stumbled through the door with Beau wrapped around my arm.
                          
“Chill Man.” Beau said pulling me up the stairs.
                          
“Do not tell me to fucking chill Beau. It is 4 o’clock in the morning! Where the hell have you been?” He said stoping us.
                          
“We were having fun!” I said laughing at Charlie.
                          
“Fun is understandable, you two are completely wasted. This is unexceptable you’re 18 years old.”
                          
“I’m sorry Mom. I wont let it happen again.” I laughed at him Beau pulling my arm.
                          
“it’s not funny. This is disgusting.” He said in a disgrace running up the stairs towards his room.
                          
“Let’s go.” I said taking Beau to my room. We flopped onto the bed and resumed to our usual thing, drunk sex.
                          

                          
“WAKE UP!” Charlie slammed on the door. I bolted out of the bed.
                          
“What?!?!?” I yelled at him in one of Beau’s oversized t-shirts.
                          
“Dad is looking for you down stairs.” He said. I rolled my eyes and shut the door on him. I put on shorts and went down stairs, leaving Beau knocked out sleeping. I ran down the stairs to see my dad comfortably sitting on the couch. My mother wasn’t home.
                          
“Sit down.” He said pointing to the couch next to him. I was starting to get nervous.
                          
“Hey Dad.” I said kissing his cheek and sitting down.
                          
“Willow, I don’t want to be the mean father but we have to talk.”
                          
“Okay.” I said. I hated when my dad talked to me, he was always a nice guy unless he was upset.
                          
“You can’t keep coming home drunk every week. It’s not healthy and it’s not appropriate. You’re killing your organs and your liver. You can’t expect to come home drunk and nothing be wrong with you.” He paused and i felt the tears come down from my face.
                          
“I’m sorry.”
                          
“You can’t apologize to me. Apologize to yourself. You’re killing yourself. Your body is being effected by this and it’s your own fault. Willow I hate to break it to you, you’re a drunk mess and it’s becoming a problem.” He told me. ANd the tears just exploded from me. But he was right.
                          
“Don’t cry about it, Willow. Fix it.”
                          
“I don’t know how.” I cried.
                          
“Do you realize that ever since you started dating Beau that your drinking has become a problem?”
                          
“Don’t blame Beau. Do not blame him. He didn’t do anything.”
                          
“I’m not blaming Beau, I just think that he is a problem. Willow you’re a beautiful girl. And an incredible person. But you cannot let a boy do this to you. He doesn’t control you, and you can’t let him force you to do anything.”
                          
“Dad. You don’t know what you’re talking about. I love him.”
                          
“You don’t know what love is. You’re too young to know what love is!” He yelled.
                          
“Dad stop. You’re scaring me.” I cried.
                          
“I’m not allowing you to see Beau until you clean your act up. This drinking thing needs to stop.”
                          
“You can’t tell me what I can and can’t do. I’m an adult.”
                          
“If you want to live in this house I can. I like Beau. I really do. But if you’re going to be drunk every night then I don’t want him with you until you clean your act up.” He said getting up from the couch. I sat down and cried.