A D D I S O N  P A R K E R

The lead up for Ryan to come home, was both torture and also a mortifying experience.

Colton and I avoided each other at all costs.

He would leave me every morning, which I was fine by I caught rides with Elody and Clayton. Then he wouldn't show up at school. And he'd come home, reeking of liquor and alcohol.

I don't know where he went or who he was hanging out with, but whoever would drop him home each night, left me lugging a passed out Colton up the stairs and into his bed.

Every morning he'd wake up with a new bruise on his leg from me having to carry him up the stairs, and a gruelling hangover.

It's finally Saturday, Ryan's due home early this morning. I purposely set my alarm early just because I wanted to see him.

I couldn't stand another moment being alone in this house with Colton. I don't understand why he didn't just go back to his house. But whoever was dropping him off continued to drop him off here.

I'm in the kitchen right now, cooking up a breakfast for Ryan. I her a loud groan come from the elephant who's stomping down the stairs.

I don't bother to ask if he's okay. It's what's happened these past few mornings, he stomps down the stairs whining about his headache, I say nothing and we move on with our days.

He walks into the kitchen, stops quickly to see what I'm doing then continues to find the Advil. I can't help but quickly glance at his toned shirtless body.

My eyes rake over every dip and every crevice of his toned abdomens. But I snap out of it focusing back on my my breakfast.

I hear Colton rummaging through the cupboards where the Advil is kept. "What the fuck!" He shouts.

"How the fuck have we run out of Advil? We have heaps of the shit." He complains.

I scoff at him. "Well if you haven't been getting stoned and drink every night. Then left me to look after you, maybe we'd have some." I mumble under my breath.

I can feel his flare shooting daggers at my head, I know he heard me. "Fuck off little girl, you don't know shit." He spits. Then runs his temple, his heads probably pounding.

I roll my eyes. Desperately wanting to push his buttons, like he's done mine. "Whatever stoner." I mumble. Thinking of the only thing I can to get at him, I was at my last resort with that one.

"I'm not a fucking stoner, bubs." He grits, I shudder at the use on the nickname used in that tone. But at least he's starting to get riled up.

I chuckle. "Oh sorry, I meant a stoner and a drunk!" I shout, he winces at how loud my voice was.

"Don't fucking shout! My head is fucking throbbing!" He growls.

I smirk, he thinks he can come home high and drink and expect me to look after him. Then complain about his hangover. Maybe he'll have to learn his lesson the hard way.

I quickly turn the stove off, so I don't burn the house down. I start grabbing pots, pans and as many loud utensils that I can from the cupboards, trying to make as much noise as possible. And I smack them around.

On the counter, against each other. Just enough to make Colton groan and cringe in pain. "That's enough Addison!" He shouts over the ruckus.

But I continue still trying to make as much noise as possible. I hear him growl, literally growl. His elephant feet stomp a few steps until he's behind me.

His hands grip my hips pulling me away from the pots and pans, making some of them fall onto the tiled floor causing him to wince once more.

"I said stop Addison." He grits in my ear, his lips are brushing it slightly as his hands snake further around my waist.

I want to stay like that I really do. But is only be hurting myself even more if I did.

"Get your druggie hands off me!" I shout.

I push his hands off my waist, and spin myself around to face him. "Yet again I say little girl, I'm not a fucking druggie." He spits.

I can see his frustration growing, the way he bites his lip to prevent hurtful things from coming out. The way his jaw his clenched, and his eyes narrow.

I hold my nose. "I can still smell and the weed and the alcohol on you from here!" I shout, taunting him.

He takes a step closer to me, while I force my self to take a step backwards only to be met with the kitchen bench. "Your friend Clayton smokes weed You don't think he's a druggie."

I just smile. "Well unlike you I actually like Clayton."

Colton takes a step back as if my words had physically wounded him. "You liked me a few days ago. And if I recall you couldn't keep your hands off me. Getting upset over me talking to other girls. Did you really think anything could come out of this." He shouts.

Here we go again, tears begin to prick my eyes. "God fuck off Colton, really do." I try to say firmly but it comes out as a plea.

He looks a little dumbfounded at my sudden burst of tears, but regains is cold look. "Aww the little girl can dish but not take!" He shouts.

"I said fuck..." I'm cut off by the sound of the front door opening.

"Did a fucking heard of elephants storm through here? Why was there so much noise?" I smile immediately grew on my face.

Ryan's back.

I back myself away from Colton. "Nope the only elephant in here is Colton. I missed you bro." I wrap my arms around my brother.

He's quick to do the same, squeezing me tightly. "Yeah Colton is an elephant. And I missed you too, bubs." He kisses my forehead.

Releasing me from my hug, he opens his arms out to Colton. "Come here big boy. Don't you want a hug too." He teases.

Colton plants a sarcastic smile on his face, giving Ryan one of those bro hugs. When Colton pulls away Ryan scrunches his nose up.

"Is that weed I smell? Colton are you fucking serious? You've been getting high." Ryan growls. I know how much Ryan hates Colton getting high, why he hates it so much I don't know.

Ryan shakes his head in disappointment. "Come on bubs, lets go upstairs. I'll talk to you later." He warns Colton.

Colton just groans stomping back into the kitchen.

"How was dads funeral?" I ask as we enter Ryan's room.

He sighs. "I don't know, sad like all funerals. Mom really missed you and Colton not being there. It made the experience ten times worked for her. For the both of us." I shake my head not allowing what he said to make me feel guilty for not going.

"Dad and I were never close. She brought it upon herself." I state, just wanting the conversation to end.

He just nods his head not saying anything else. "So, I thought I'd let you know Colton's planned a party for me tonight." He says trying to change the subjects.

I sigh just nodding my head. "Okay that's random. I'll be in my room I assume." I say not really bothering to argue about it knowing I'll get nowhere.

Ryan bites his lip. "Uh, actually I thought. Since you know you haven't been having the greatest time lately, you'd want to be involved in the party." He sounds unsure, but I didn't question it.

A big smile appears in my face. "Really! Oh my goodness, I have to tell Elody and Clayton, so they can come." My hearts pounding I'm so excited.

I may sound ridiculous, but I'm so happy, it's my first ever party, that I can go to with no worries.

"But only this once okay?" Ryan warns I just nod my head, skipping my way out of his room into mine.

I pull my phone out to text the group chat the three of us have.

Addison<come over right now! We have a party to attend>

I stare and my phone with a big grin on my face. I really can't believe this is happening honestly.

Clayton<what the fuck! Are we talking about your brothers party? Has he let you go!>

Elody<your kidding!! Bitch I'm gonna be over in like two minutes!>

Clayton<yea me too! Wtf!>

I still sit there on my phone with a big grin on my face. I am so beyond excited that this is happening. Watching the time go by today, will be like watching paint dry.

I'm eager to just get down there and let loose.

***

It's currently ten o'clock. And the party is already raging. I could smell, the drugs, the alcohol, the sweat radiating off of people's bodies.

Our house reeked. I can already see its been trashed. I am not excited to partake in cleaning it up tomorrow.

Clayton, Elody and I are carefully make our way down the stairs, trying not to bump people and couples who have perched themselves there.

We make our way into the kitchen. "I'm going to get you girls a drink okay? This is your guys first party. Do not and I mean do not, drink anything that I don't give to you or you give to yourself okay ?" He warns. Elody and I nod our heads realising the dangers if other wise.

Elody turns to look at me shouting over the music. "I always knew your brother and Colton threw wild parties. But this is a lot more then I had expected." She admits.

I nod my head agreeing with her. "I mean I always heard what went on downstairs, but I didn't sound that big to me?" I shrug my shoulders.

Clayton returns back with our drinks, I eagerly grab it, gulping it down quickly. I wince when I feel the burn in my throat. Clayton just chuckles.

"Easy tiger."

I shake my head at him laughing a little. "I'm going to get another drink." I walk out of the kitchen to the drinks table.

Elody and Clayton nod, making their own conversation. I find the drinks, I see a lot of variety spread out in front of me. And I have no clue what's what?

I start pouring myself.... something? I don't really know what it is. "What the fuck." I hear someone boom. I get such a fright I end up spilling half my drink.

A hand reaches my shoulder spinning me around, leaving me faced with an angry yet confused Colton.

"Who said your allowed out here?" He growls angrily. His eyes darken, and his jaw clenched. "Go back to your room."

I just roll my eyes. "First off don't fucking tell me what to do. And secondly Ryan let me allowed me out here." I mock, tipping what's left of the content in my cup into my mouth.

I try my hardest not to cringe at the burn of the alcohol.

"Go back in your room Addy. Parties aren't for you." He states boldly as if he has a clue.

"No." I state simply turning around and pouring myself some more drink. Tipping down that quickly as well, the burn if it softens this time, leaving a tingly feeling on my throat.

"God, your so fucking stubborn. I'm not drunk or high enough to deal with this shit." He mumbles at me.

"Druggie." I mumble back.

He just groans stomping away as per usual. I pour myself another drink, tipping it back yet again. Using the alcohol to try get rid of my sour mood towards Colton.

Many drinks later, having me consuming god knows what? Having lost Elody and Clayton ditching me for Ashton. Someone had invited me to a game of truth or dare.

I quickly pour myself another drink of what I've been having. Gulping it down again, then refilling my cup for the game. The alcohol doesn't burn as much anymore, being drunk has made the burn of it soften into just a tingling feeling.

I sit in a circle with a bunch of people. I scan the circle, I see a smirking Tobias across from me. If I were sober I would have probably left the game knowing he'd be up to something, but I honestly I'm to drunk to even care.

His face is still pretty busted, the skin on his eyebrow and lip are split, the bruises on his face a slightly faded but still prominent. His face still looks a little swollen.

Honestly the bruises and cuts in his face make him look even hotter.

The game began in an instant. So far, a few girls had lost their tops. Many people had consumed more alcohol for the sake of the game. Then finally it came to my turn.

Funnily enough for me I was on the receiving end of one of Tobias's truth or dares. "Mm, miss Addison Parker. Truth or dare?" He says in amusement.

I know the smart option would be to pick truth and not get tricked into whatever trap he had planned. I had no control over my mind right now.

"Dare."

A smirk appears in his face. "I dare you to take me into your room for fifteen minutes." If I were sober right now, I would have got up and left without another word.

But I'm not.

I stand up nodding my head towards the stairs, as an indication for him to tag alone. I make my way up the stairs him trailing behind me.

I hear the people from the game cheering at us, egging us on a little bit. Making me want to come down and have some sort of story to share after my dare is done.

"Cute room." He states shutting my bedroom door behind him. I just giggle, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards me.

I am drunk beyond return at this point. Everything I am doing, I really can't control.

I grab the collar of his shirt, still in a tiny fit of giggles, pressing my lips against his. My hand comes up to his jaw, as his rest under my boobs.

I mean the kiss was okay. But I found my self comparing everything he does to Colton.

His kiss wasn't as soft as Colton's.

His kiss didn't make my stomach to one million backflips.

His kiss didn't have me blushing.

It was just a kiss.

His hands travel down my waist pushing up my top, signalling to take it off. My mind is saying one thing but my body is doing the other. I rip my tight top off my body with much ease.

He stops kissing me to admire my body for a bit. "Now I see why Ryan's been trying to hide you all your life. You have the sexiest body I've ever seen." Tobias stares me up and down again before, attaching his lips to my neck.

I payed no attention to what he said. I mean body isn't that amazing, sure I guess you could say I have an 'hourglass figure' but I don't see the big deal.

Tobias's words don't excite me or make me blush, or even make me want to kiss him anymore. The alcohol as made my body and my feelings almost numb.

He sucks a little on my neck. Earning a small moan from me. I can feel his smirk on my neck, he starts sucking harder, hoping to reward himself with another moan.

I start pushing his shirt up as he did to me, he unattached his lips from my neck, and rips it off. I stare at his chest. He's pretty buff, got a decent six pack on him. But he's nothing compared to Colton.

Fuck.

I'm doing it again.

The only reason I'm up here with Tobias, is only because of the dare. I've have to entertain myself somehow for fifteen minutes. And in my drunken state the is really the only way how.

He presses his lips to mine again, slipping his tongue  into my mouth. I continue to kiss him. Honestly feeling bored.

He lays me down on my bed, situating himself in between my legs. I can tell he's not as bored as I am, by the the bulge that's growing in between his pants. Pressing against me.

Suddenly by bedroom door bursts open. I push Tobias off me wanting to see who it was. My eyes widen, I can feel myself panicking a little. That's sobered me up a bit.

"What the fuck!"

Not again.

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A/N

I promise you tHe next chapter will be in Colton's pov.