The Sound of Starting Over

The sound of Starting over- Ch.5

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----------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter five the party. Question/comments feel free to email me kd_stories@yahoo.com ------------------------------------------------------------------

This party is jumping, I love it. I look at Liam who is holding hands with Julie. I give Chandler a look and he looks so uncomfortable in here. I just laugh, and take off to find the alcohol. I start my search in the kitchen knowing that's where it would be anyway.

I am handed a cup as soon as I walk into the kitchen and in the corner is the keg, score. I go to it and start to pour myself some beer. It's about halfway full when I take my first gulp of the cold bitter liquid. Bringing the cup down, I resume filling it until I have a full cup of goodness. It has been awhile since I drank, last time was when the party got busted and well here I am.

"Mind pouring me a cup?" I hear from over my shoulder.

I turn around to find Kelsey smiling at me.

"Only if you can pay me," I say smiling.

The sexual tension between us has been growing all week and I plan on capitalizing on it tonight! I take her cup and fill it up, and get a good look at her. She has on some tight jeans and a black long sleeve top that just makes her look sexy.

"I am glad you made it," She says looking me over.

I chose to wear a tank top, my favorite destroyed jeans, and of course my favorite hurly hat. Yeah I know its cold as fuck out, but every time I wore this hat to a party I always got lucky.

"I think I am glad I made it too," I say smirking.

She leans into me kissing my cheek, and I hear her giggle, "Let's go dance."

"Let's go babe," I whisper back into her ear.

The living room was turned into a dance floor. The lights were dimmed and music was blaring. Kelsey wasted no time on rubbing against me, so I wasted no time putting my hands on her ass pulling her closer to me.

"Someone is a little bit naughty," I say laughing, my hands still gripping her ass.

"I bet you like every bit of it," She says biting her lip.

"You are fucking right I do," I say continuing to dance with her.

I see Chandler looking at me disappointed; I just shrug my shoulders and down my drink. I tell Kelsey I want to get another drink perhaps something a little harder. She offers to get me some liquor and I let her. I walk up to Chandler, "You know it's a party you are supposed to enjoy yourself."

"I am doing just fine," He responds.

I laugh, "dude have a drink or something, loosen up it might just get you laid."

"I don't drink, and it looks like you are doing enough of it for the both of us. Didn't Helen tell you not to drink?"

"It's better to ask forgiveness than permission, but in my case I won't be doing either. Helen can't play the mother card on me and expect me to listen. I mean look at Liam he is having a hell of a time," I say nodding over to where Julie and Liam were making out on the couch.

As we are watching Julie and Liam, I feel a pair of hands wrapping around my waist. Turning around I see Kelsey grinning with a shot glass and a cup.

"Come on sexy drink up," she says handing me the shot glass and cup. I down both of them right there in front of Chandler, and I smirk at him.

We move into the kitchen, each of us taking more shots. After about three more we head back out to the living room to dance some more. I am sweating and so is Kelsey, when she puts her lips on mine. I can taste the alcohol on her lips and tongue; she runs her hand up my shirt. "Let's go upstairs," She whispers.

I follow her up the stairs, and into a bedroom. Locking the door behind her, she shoves me down onto the bed and climbs on top of me pressing her lips to mine. I am hard instantly. She grabs me a few times causing me to moan out loud as we kiss. She takes my hat off, and starts to pull my shirt up; I raise up to let her. She leans in and kisses my neck. "Fuck that feels good babe," I hiss out.

"Oh Liam, I have been waiting for this for a while," She says.

I roughly push her off me. "What the fuck? I am not Liam," I yell at her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean too," She pleads trying to kiss me.

"Get the fuck off me you drunk dumbass. You are still pining after Liam aren't you?"

"No, I was talking to him before we came up here," She pleads.

"Don't fucking lie. You still want him don't you?"

"Yes..." she says in a whisper.

I grab my shirt and hat off the bed. "You are fucking pathetic," I spit at her, and take off out of the room. I slowly make my way down stairs, and back into the kitchen.

I grab another shot of whatever I could get my hands on, and eventually I just take the bottle and make my way out the backdoor. I sit in a chair and sip on the bottle, it burns like hell but it's getting the job done. I don't even care about the cold, I just want to drink.

I want to drink my problems away, that's what I did back home. They just kept catching up with me, and it sucks.

"Landon, dude what is going on?" I hear Chandler's voice.

"Leave me alone," I slur.

"Come on man give me the bottle." He reaches for the bottle, while I am doing my best to fight him off, I am too drunk. He takes the bottle easily from me.

"Give it back, goddamn can I be alone?" I yell at him trying to get up from the chair I am sitting in.

I start to fall backwards as I stand up, but Chandler grabs my shirt pulling me forward causing me to fall into him. I push myself off his chest, immediately missing the warmth it provided in the cold. "I think I am going to be sick," I say.

I barely make it to the side of the porch before the puke is spilling from my mouth. I hate puking it stings the back of my throat. I feel a hand on my back, and I try to shrug it off, but I am unable to do so because I am still puking. It finally stops now that I have nothing left in my stomach to puke up.

(Chandler's POV)

I keep rubbing Landon's back, because that's what my mother did when she was alive and I was sick. I was looking all over for him. I saw Kelsey come down from upstairs upset and crying. I asked her what happened and she said she didn't want to talk about it that she needed to find Landon.

I pull my phone out of my pocket and call Liam, "Hey I found him out back. He is drunk, and just finished puking."

"Dude, are you serious? Meet me at the back gate Julie and I will be there waiting for you and Landon."

I hung up the phone, and moved back over to Landon who started puking again, and got it all over his tank top. "Fuck." I hear him mutter and take his shirt off.

I can't help but look at his developing six pack and chest. I wanted to reach out and touch his stomach. I see goose bumps all over his body. I take my jacket off and hand it to him. He doesn't hesitate to take it from me.

I watch him put it on and start fumbling with the zipper, so I step closer to him taking the zipper in my hands and zip the jacket up for him. He just grumbles a thanks, and I tell him lets go.

I am glad he isn't talking; I don't think I could handle his bullshit right now. Liam and Julie were at the gate when we walk up to it.

"Dude what the hell man, mom is going to be so pissed!" Liam yells at him.

"Fuck her," Landon grumbles out.

Liam is getting pissed and Julie grabs him by the arm admonishing him, "Don't argue with him, he is drunk we need to get him home."

"I can't take him home, I am dead serious mom will kill me. She told me not to let him drink," Liam tells Julie.

"Take him to my house he can stay there my sister is gone," I say.

Liam looks at me, "dude are you serious?"

"Yeah man, but let's get him there soon, before he gets sick again," I answer before I change my mind and realize what a horrible idea this is.

We walk back to the car; Landon isn't putting up much of a fight. Not that he really could, all I heard was cussing and fuck that bitch. I didn't really want to know what happened, we get him into the back of the car and I get in after him.

Julie hands me a bottle of water, and I try to give it to Landon. He looks at it and takes it, I watch as he opens it and takes a drink. He looks at me and gives me a dirty look, I just shake my head.

I take the water bottle from him as he is nodding off. "Dude thank you so much for taking him to your house tonight," Liam says from the driver seat.

"No problem man," I tell him looking at his drunken brother.

Landon has his head resting against the window, I can finally just look at him without raising any suspicion. "Anyone even know what happened?" Julie asks looking at me.

"No idea, just found him like this. He had a bottle of alcohol and I took it away."

We get to my apartment, and Liam asks if I want help getting Landon up the stairs, I tell him I will be good. I tap Landon on the shoulder; he just grunts and pushes my hand away.

"You need to get out of the car," I tell him.

"You need to leave me alone," He whispers back.

I can't help but laugh, even in a drunken stupor he is still an ass.

"Seriously get your ass out of the car."

Just as I say that, Liam yanks open Landon's door, and he goes falling out onto the parking lot. "LIAM!" Julie yells from the passenger seat.

I get out quickly and onto the other side of the car, and offer my hand to help him up, he actually takes it. "What the fuck Liam?" He yells.

"You need to go with Chandler dude, you are fucked up!"

"Fuck you!" Landon screams.

"Dude you are drunk you need to sleep it off," Liam tells him.

"Yes sir," Landon slurs.

We watch them drive out of the complex, and Landon looks at me. "Now what?"

"We go to my apartment," I tell him nodding my head up to the stairs.

He follows me and I start up the stairs, I am so used to going up them all the time, I have built up a tolerance to them, "Oh fuck." I hear Landon say. I turn around and see him on the fifth step leaning on the rail.

"What?" I ask.

"I am too drunk for this shit."

I make my way back to him, "Come on man, it's cold and we need to get you to bed."

I help him up the stairs, open my apartment door, and lead us inside where it is warmer. I lead him to my room, and run to get him some water and crackers. "Hear drink some water and eat some of the crackers it will soak up some of the alcohol," I tell him.

He takes them from me, looking at me suspiciously; he takes a drink of the water and starts to eat a cracker. He eventually sits on my bed not saying anything just eating and drinking.

I stand there awkwardly, trying not to stare at him but I just can't help it. "Take a picture it will last longer," He says.

"I see your smart ass remarks aren't impaired."

He just smirks, and I roll my eyes at him. "I'm going to shower," I tell him not waiting for an answer.

Landon's POV

Sitting on his bed I notice it isn't the most comfortable bed, but hey it beats the floor. I look around the room, and even though I am still drunk (not as drunk as I was, thanks to puking) I still don't see anything that gives me any clue to who this dude really is.

I look on the side of the bed, to see if I can find any rag or a shirt. To my disappointment there was nothing at all. I start looking around his room, and I think I shouldn't go through his dresser but I can't help it. I find nothing in his dresser and it makes me laugh, because this kid is pretty much innocent.

I shrug the jacket off, and take off my jeans, it's hot as fuck in this apartment. I sit on his bed, and pull my knees to my chest. I don't know if it's just the alcohol or just all the stress getting to me but I feel so vulnerable, and I don't like that feeling.

I look on the bedside table and see the book he must be reading; picking it up I read the title. "The Fault in our stars," I say aloud.

"It's a really good book; I have read it four times already." Chandler says from the door.

I watch him as he sits on the bed, and looks over at me. "You okay?" he asks.

I just shrug my shoulders, "I guess if being drunk and puking, and then having to stay here is okay then yeah I'm okay."

He furrows his brow at me, "Want to talk about what happened tonight?"

"Not really," I say putting the book down.

"Can I ask you a question, without getting ripped apart by you?"

I look at him; he is just wearing a tank top and pajamas. "Yeah I guess."

"Why all the hostility, and binge drinking? Kelsey must have done something wrong I get that, but I think the problem has been with you since Texas."

For the first time, I feel like apologizing to him, I know I am a dick, "It's my defense, I have done a lot of shit that I aint proud of."

"You mean it's your defense to keep people from being so close to you, because of whatever happened between your mother and father. With her leaving it hurt you, and you don't want to feel like that ever again?"

"I'm tired, and want to go to bed," I tell him turning away to lie down.

He grabs my shoulder, and I stare at him. "No, you don't get to just deflect the question. I know I'm right."

"Let go of my shoulder," I tell him.

"Answer the question Landon," He says.

"Chandler let go," I warn him one last time.

"What the big bad Landon, doesn't want to seem vulnerable?" he taunts.

I shove his arm away and make a grab at him. "You don't know shit!" I yell.

I didn't expect him, to push me down to the bed and pin me. "You're right I don't know shit about you, but I have tried to be nice and understand you. You don't want anyone to get close to you so you hide behind your snarky remarks and I hate them. Yeah you probably have done some crazy things, but you know what you aren't in Texas anymore. You are with your mom, who you treat like shit! I wished she could be my mom, but she isn't. I watched my mom kill my father and then KILL HERSELF! I WAS 12 AND I SAW ALL OF IT!!! ALL THE BLOOD, ALL THE SCREAMING FROM THAT NIGHT I STILL HEAR IT! No I'm not rich, actually I am pretty fucking poor, but Hank, your mother, and your step-brothers have been there for me! They want to be there for you, but you keep pushing them away and abusing them. You aren't worth their time, so if you're tired go to fucking sleep!" He yells at me.

I just look up at him; I have never been in this position, I am still looking up at him, and I can see his frustration his once soft eyes are hard now. He doesn't speak as he gets off me, and I watch him as he slams the door shut as he leaves the room.

I don't know how to react at this point. I never thought he would flip out on me even though I am sure I deserved it, but I never imagined he went through something like that watching his mother kill his father then herself. That is something no one should have to witness ever.

I decide not to think about this, I am still drunk. I am too lazy to even go turn the damn lamp off; I just pull the covers back and get underneath them. I have the overwhelming sense of guilt in the pit of my stomach either it's that or the alcohol.

I don't fall asleep as fast as I would like, the sheets smell like him. I can't say they stink, because he has always smelled good. When the fuck have I noticed that he smelled good?

I hit the pillow in frustration, tonight hasn't gone the way I wanted it too at all. I was supposed to get laid and drink a little not get drunk. Then I was supposed to go home and relax, but no my luck sucks as always.

I tossed back and forth trying to fall asleep. I didn't have much luck, I thought back to the day Mrs. Heartlane and I got caught. We just finished having sex and I was putting on my boxer briefs, when the front door open and her husband came in.

She was just in her robe and he saw me in my boxers. My blood ran cold from the look on his face, and before I knew it he had me by the throat choking me and cussing at me. He hit me a couple of times before shoving me to the ground, and kicked me a few times. He made me get dressed as we waited for the police.

He told them he caught me stealing from him, and that led to my first run in with the police. I know my father paid a handsome amount to keep it quiet, but by then I was having sex with other women that Mrs. Heartlane knew. Hell I was having sex and these women would get me whatever I wanted, I was in heaven. Then came the drinking at parties, and smoking weed, that's when I started getting cocky. I knew I was hot and if these middle aged women wanted me why wouldn't girls my age?

I am interrupted, by the screaming from outside of the door. It scared the fuck out of me; jumping out of the bed I run the room. The alcohol is still messing with me, everything is wobbly. It's Chandler screaming from the living room, as I walk into the living room I see him laying asleep on the couch yelling, and screaming, "No please don't don't do it."

I walk over to him and try saying his name. "Dude wake up," I tell him.

He keeps thrashing around on the couch, I shake him by the shoulders and it takes him a moment before he finally opens his eyes and looks at me in shock. It's like he has seen a ghost by the way he is looking at me. He scoots up into a sitting position.

"You okay?" I ask genuinely concerned.

He just shakes his head. This is the first time I have seen him shirtless up close. I see he has a slight six pack and a smooth chest, with a bit of underarm hair. I shake my head, why the fuck am I even looking at him?

"Want to talk about it?" I ask.

Pulling his knees to his chest he rests his chin on them, "Just have severe nightmares at times, if I don't take my sleeping medicine this tends to happen more often."

"Why didn't you take them?"

"I was too busy being pissed off at you!"

I sit next to him on the couch, "what do you dream about?"

"The night my mom killed my father it's like I am reliving it all over again. My father and I were in the living room watching TV, and my mom was cooking spaghetti. I knew they argued earlier that night, but they always got over it. My father was partnered with his friend in a big oil company in Texas so my father was gone a lot. When he would come home it would be good, and sometimes bad. Like I said they argued that night, next thing I know my mom came into the living room with my dad's gun.

He looked up from the TV and told her to put the gun away, and she shook her head telling him that he would not ruin this family; she wouldn't let this family be torn apart anymore. She pointed the gun straight at me; my father shoved me off the couch and stood up. He yelled at her to put the gun down, and asked if she was taking her medicine. She just shook and started to scream at him, I was crying by this point. I heard a bang, and my father crumpled right next to me, she shot him straight in the head. She looked at me and pushed her brown hair from her face and told me "I'm so sorry baby." She then put the gun in her mouth and pulled the trigger."

I don't say anything to him, I looked at his blue eyes they are so bloodshot. "I'm sorry," I tell him.

Shaking his head, "Don't be sorry nothing you can do. My mother was sick, I later found out she was abusing drugs among other things, so here I am living with my sister who is probably just as sick as my mother." I can hear the bitterness in his voice.

I don't say anything, what do you even say to someone who has laid out something like that? We sit in silence for awhile, and he looks at me. "So what is your story?"

I try and gauge him but I can't. "Just a kid, that grew up too fast," I mutter.

"Not acceptable. Tell me why you are so angry towards Helen?"

"I hate to ruin your image of Helen, but she isn't a saint. She single handedly destroyed my life, and our family. She did nothing but cheat on my dad while he worked hard to make a comfortable life for her. My dad knew she was messing around it had been going on for so long that he just didn't know what to do anymore. One day I came home from school, and she wasn't there. I was 9 years old, and I found the note on the counter, all it said was James I can't keep being unfaithful to you, I am just not happy, and I want the divorce we talked about. I will probably be gone when you read this. That's what the fucking note said. She left me, didn't even say she would miss me or even loved me! She destroyed my father; he lost his job because he started to drink. Things got bad around the house, he finally went to rehab, and sobered up. He found a new job, one that was better than his last. Fuck I thought I had my father back, but I didn't. He wasn't the same towards me, he would tell me I looked just like her when he was drunk, and just shake his head at me. The day she left was the last time he ever showed any affection to me."

I wait to see if he says anything, but he doesn't. "So I grew up without the affection of Helen, she never called, never tried to get in touch with me, and my dad was cold towards me. Only when I started getting into trouble did he start to show anything towards me. I lost my virginity at the age of 13, you want to know why?"

"I guess so," He says.

"Because she showed just the slightest affection towards me, she lured me in and got what she wanted. She taught me all about sex, so I started having sex and a lot of it. She told her friends about me, and I started pleasuring those women. I ended up getting caught and it didn't end well. I have been picked up by the cops more than once, but my father always got me off. He eventually found a nice lady got engaged, and I started "acting out" as he put it. I started going to parties, and smoking weed, and having so much sex. My father said he couldn't handle me anymore. So that's why he shipped me to Florida, but I know it's because he was moving his future wife in and her kids. He didn't want me, so he guilt tripped Helen into taking me in."

"I guess we are both just kind of fucked up huh?" Chandler says quietly.

I shrug my shoulders, "I accepted I am fucked up a long ass time ago. "

"Have you tried talking to Helen, about how you feel?" He asks after some time has passed.

I just laugh, "Fuck no."

"You should man, maybe you can get some of the answers you want. I know if I could ask my mom why she did what she did I would," He says.

"I am going to go lay back down," I tell him getting off the couch.

"It's okay to be scared of the answer you might get if you ask her," He says stretching back out on the couch.

Thanks to my Editor DC for the awesome job he did! What did you think of this chapter? What do you think will happen with their friendship get better or will Landon stay the same? Questions/comments email me kd_stories@yahoo.com