The Heartbroken - S01 E19

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The Heartbroken - S01 E19

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It was one thing to deal

with Seth Everett at

school. Or even at

parties. Those

moments, I could deal

with. But when he

suddenly shows up at

my house in the middle

of the night and is

actually very, very

drunk, I have no idea

what to do.

“How did you know my

house?” I asked him.

“And what are you

doing here?”

He smiled and blinked. “I

know everything.”

“Go away. Go away

now,” I said. “Call your

girlfriend or something

and just be done with

it.”

I eyed our house warily,

making sure my mother

wasn’t home. She

wasn’t. Not that that’s

a surprise. I looked at

Seth again, who was

now looking at the sky

with his head tilted in

an angle that I swear

must be uncomfortable.

“So many staaaaars,”

he said.

“Seth, you really have

to go now. I don’t want

to deal with you at the

moment, especially like

this.”

He looked at me

straight in the eye and

blinked solemnly. “But I

don’t have anywhere to

go.”

“Go home,” I said.

And he looked down,

saying, “Exactly.”

“What? Seth, you have

a home and—”

“I have a house,” he

said, “not a home.” He

smiled childishly at me

before looking up at the

stars again.

He was drunk, I knew

that. But I also knew

that something about

his words were rang

true. A house, not a

home. It made me

wonder why, exactly,

Seth was drunk. As far

as I knew, this guy

could hold his alcohol. He

never drinks anything

more than he can

manage. Just what was

his problem, for him to

get so intoxicated? As

anyone could obviously

point out, this was

completely out of his

character.

“Seth,” I said. “What do

you mean you have no

home?”

“Mom doesn’t want me

there,” he said, looking

so much like a wounded

child.

I would have asked him

about it, but then I

didn’t, deciding to shut

my mouth and instead I

grabbed his arm and

pulled him with me.

“Come on, let’s get you

inside.”

“Oooh.” He didn’t object

as we made our way

towards the front door.

I turned the lights on

and closed the door

behind us as we

entered. He staggered

towards the couch,

nearly knocking off a

vase before he got

seated. I was only quick

enough to catch it.

Immediately, I dialed

Mom. I let it ring for a

while, but there was no

answer. I called a few

more times, letting it

ring until I get tired and

decide to just call again.

She didn’t answer until

the fifth call.

“Mom?” I said.

“Oh, hi Kyla. What is it?”

“What time are you

coming home?”

A pause. I heard

laughter from the other

side of the line. She

wasn’t alone and she

was having fun. My grip

tightened on the phone.

“I won’t be home until

late, Kyla.”

“What time?” I pressed

firmly, not letting her

get away that easily.

“You don’t have to wait

for me—”

“What time?”

“I’ll come home

tomorrow,” she said.

“Morning, maybe around

seven…”

If she said anything

more than that, I

wouldn’t know,

because I’d already

hung up on her. I set my

phone down and went

back to Seth, who was

now holding a picture

frame. It was a picture

of me and my mom.