I quite enjoyed staying with Austin. The members from his band were over almost all the time and they were a blast. Austin was so over-protective though. I'd never had that, so I didn't really know how to respond. One night, he caught me drinking.
"Marie, what the heck are you doing?" He marched over to me, grabbing the bottle from my hand and throwing it in the garbage can.
"What, can't a girl have a drink once in a while?" I slurred, that wasn't my first bottle tonight.
"Not your age, they can't! Now go to your room."
Considering my mom didn't care what I did, I had never had anyone tell me to go to my room before. I was so shocked that I couldn't even argue back. I just stood up and stumbled upstairs to my room. A few hours later Austin came up.
"Alright, time for a talk." He sat down next to me on my bed, where I had been playing the guitar Austin gave me for my birthday.
"Look, I don't want you to get hurt, because I've grown to love you, Marie. Really, truly. You know, I wasn't the perfect teen either. I drank, and did drugs, and slept around. I really wish I hadn't now, Marie. So please, wait till your of age. For me at least." Well, the disrespectful, rebel teenage girl came out then. "Shut up, Austin! You're not my dad. You can't control me." I stood up and was pretty much having a temper tantrum.
"Marie Claire, sit down right now and listen to me." Austin said sternly.
"No. Austin. No."
He gently, but firmly, pushed me to sit.
"Listen. You are not to talk to me or in fact any one like that. Got it?"
I didn't reply. "GOT IT?" He repeated himself louder this time.
"Yeah, whatever." I started twirling my necklace, out of habit. I was used to mom, who didn't notice or care about it. At Austin's I had kept it tucked in my shirt, but I was pretty much drunk and not focusing on keeping a secret.
"What's that?" Austin unclipped the necklace off of me.
"A razor blade?" He asked, looking at me with tears in his eyes. He hugged me and said "Marie, why didn't you tell me?"
"BECAUSE I'VE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO TRUST ANYONE IN MY LIFE, THAT'S WHY!"
I yelled at him, instantly wishing I hadn't.
"You can always, always trust me." He whispered, walking out of my room, with my necklace.
"GIVE THAT BACK!" I ran after him. He stopped me, walked me back to my room, closed the door and told me not to leave until he said.
I sobbed, my only means of relief, gone. All because a stupid, drunk mistake.

To be continued soon....