~Remy~

TW:Alcoholic tendencies

"S-soooooooo good to see you Rems!"My mother slurs. "How are you sssweet hearrt!" She takes another gulp of her bottle of vodka before bursting out in laughter wholeheartedly looking at me like I'm the funniest thing she's ever seen.

"Mom,"I gulp."When's dad getting here?" Mom stops her high pitched laughter.

"Your father's gonna be here!"She shouts slamming the bottle up onto the table. "He promised and he promised not to break this promise!" I roll my eyes at my mother's delusion. One day she'll have to leave him,one day.

"You noticing something?"I ask glancing at Monique's empty seat. My mom takes another huge sip of her vodka bottle. Setting it down and looking through it staring at its emptiness.

"I'm noticing a lack of alcohol!"She scowls.

"Monique isn't here mom,"I explained."She couldn't come because of some sort of overnight cheerleading thing. It's very vital that she-" My mom's not listening but is looking under the table for more vodka. I know it sounds stupid but that is where Maxwell hid it last time. 

"We didn't hide it under there this time mom,"I stated. She gives me a pouty face and grabs her purse."What you throw in there this time, hard ice tea, cheap beer?" She rummages through her purse before pulling out a half empty bottle of soju.We should've took her purse away.

"Don't give me that b*tchy look,"She whines. Taking a gulp of the soju.

"You might want to slow down Mrs.Bouchard,"Maxwell cautioned. Mom whips her head around to face Maxwell.

"For the l-last time!"Mom giggles."You call me Jessamyn . We're old friends you don't need to be so formal!" Mom and Maxwell were best friends before she married dad and gave Maxwell a job. Apparently she wasn't a big drinker when she was younger surprisingly.

"I'm home,"My father's voice echos through the halls. My mother drops the bottle of soju onto the table in shock. She wasn't wearing any makeup or a fancy dress but instead her Pj's and night cap.

"He actually showed up?!"She whisper screams. She ducks under the table. Family dinners are always eventful. I hear footsteps coming towards the dining room. "MAXWELL YOU HAVE TO GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!" Maxwell sighs, before whispering something under the table. Just then my father walked in.

Terrell Bouchard, a rich conceited asshole. Everywhere I go I'm always told how I'm the spitting image of my dad. One more thing to hate about myself."Remigius, you're home..."He implored. "Where's your mother?"

Maxwell clears his throat,"Mrs.Bouchard is upstairs fixing her makeup. Perhaps you should change into dinner wear sir." Maxwell glances at my father's golf clothes.

"Sadly I can't!"Dad spat."My new secretary needs some...assistance. I just needed the keys to the beach house. I hear she has a friend she'd like for me to meet!"He smirks before leaving the room. It's quiet for a bit as I can sense the awkwardness between mom and Maxwell.

"Thank you,"Mom whispers to Maxwell. He nods signifying a "you're welcome!"

"I'm going to bed mom," I declared. Pushing my plate away from me and getting up from the long silk covered table. My mother doesn't answer. "Tell dad the next time you see him Monique was sad to miss whatever crap happened at this week's family dinner."

"I m-miss being his secretary,"My mom drunkenly mumbles."I should've stayed his secretary! He'd pay mooooore attention to-to me!!!"

"It would've been better if you stayed his secretary,"I agree. Leaving the room walking up the stairs and finally laying on my bed.

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I pick my phone up to see a Star Wars meme sent to me by Conner. no fair, I wasn't done being sad yet. My face swells with a stupid smile.

*Doesn't understand a thing about Star Wars