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robbinsarizonas · 7 years

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Seventeen

So a lovely anon sent me a prompt asking for multiple things, I plan on doing all of them because they were awesome, so thankyou for that anon :) Here’s the first one, Amelia finds out her teenage daughter is drunk. This also kinda ties into a recent prompt on @omeliafics so that’s fun too :D

Amelia sat on the stairs and rested her hands on her knees, looking out through the front door and into darkness. She couldn’t see a thing, but that didn’t mean she was going to stop looking. One of her daughter’s hadn’t come home, and now it was past midnight. She had been going out of her mind for hours, calling the hospital, calling the police, calling anyone she could think of. Owen was at the hospital, on-call, long night, so Amelia was left on her own in their big house left to wait, and wait, and wait.

After another half an hour of sitting, and waiting, and looking out into the darkness, and trying not to lose her mind, the door slowly pushed open, and her 17 year old tip toed inside, not realising the downstairs lights weren’t off even though it was almost 1am. Then she was met with the now angry face of her mother.

“Madison Michelle Shepherd-Hunt.” Amelia said, her anger level rising so high that sparks would have been coming off of her tongue and her head would have been engulfing itself in flames, if they didn’t live in the real world where that wasn’t actually possible.

“Oh, mom.” Maddie said, taking off her black leather jacket and hanging it on one of the available hooks in the porch area.

“Don’t ‘oh mom’ me. Where were you? It’s almost 1am! I was worried sick. Your father was worried sick!” She said in what would have been a shout, if Charlotte wasn’t asleep upstairs. “Oh god, I sound like my mom…” She said, in a brief moment of understanding how her mom must have felt. “You smell like alcohol.” She said, whipping herself back into reality.

“That’s what happens when you hang out in a bar.” Maddie said, not meaning for it to sound as bad as it actually did.

“Madison! That tone is not appreciated. Come here, let me smell your breath.” She said, knowing from unfortunate experience that that was a dead giveaway.

“Where’s dad?” Maddie asked, looking around literally just the area they were standing in.

“At the hospital. He’s on call tonight. You’re stuck with me.” Amelia said, getting closer to her daughter and wishing she didn’t have to smell what she couldn’t get out of her nose. “So, how many did you have? Who bought them for you? Or do you have a fake ID? Please tell me you didn’t drive yourself home.” She hoped for the best, but expected the worst.

Maddie wasn’t paying any kind of attention, she was gazing down at the floor, in her own little world where annoying mother’s didn’t exist.

“Madison, are you listening to me?” Amelia said, knowing full well she hadn’t been. “Maddie you’re 17!” She said, with less anger now and more desperation.

She never wanted any of her kids to go down that route she had, to be sucked down that rabbit hole and to not be able to get out. She had to deal with that every single day, despite having being sober for years. It got easier, but it was never over. It was always gonna be a fight she had to face, and she couldn’t handle that happening to one of her kids. She couldn’t help but feel it would be her fault, alcoholic mother and all.

“Which means I’m almost an adult.” Maddie said, shooting daggers over at her mother with her facial expression.

“Which means you are not of legal age.” Amelia corrected, because the law in the US meant you had to be 21 to be able to drink. 17 didn’t make the cut. 17 wasn’t even out of high school.

“That didn’t stop you.” Maddie said, causing Amelia to have to sit back down on the stairs and take a breather for a second.

It was right, it was absolutely right. When Amelia was a teenager, she had done much worse. She has got so high she had crashed her brother’s car, she had stolen her mother’s prescription pads to get access to drugs, she had died for three whole minutes. She felt haunted when she thought back on it, and deeply hurt that her own child would use such a low blow.

“You’re right. When I was your age I got so high I was legally dead for three minutes. Derek had to do CPR, bring me back. This is why I’m hard on you.” She said, figuring Maddie wasn’t in any kind of head-space to care, but she had to try. “I have seen lows, I have been down at that rock bottom, I have had to claw myself up more than once. I know what that’s like, I fight that fight every single day. I know what it’s like when it gets bad, and I do not want that for my child.” She said, trying her best to make herself heard.

“I’m not an alcoholic mom.” Maddie said, because she wasn’t. She barely even drank. She knew what alcoholism was, she wasn’t there. She was 17. “And I’ve never done drugs.” She said, just to put it out there.

Amelia just stood and looked at Maddie for a second. Even though she was 17, she was a woman now, she was still her little girl every time she looked at her. She could remember her gap teeth and that bee shirt with wings she had worn for 6 months straight when she was 3. Now she was tall, taller than Amelia, she wore makeup and high heeled boots and had a weekend job at a local store. She was right when she said she was almost an adult, but that had never been the point.

“Go to bed, we’ll talk more in the morning.” Amelia said, taking a deep breath and pointing up the stairs, putting a hand on her forehead and letting out a sigh.

Amelia pushed open Maddie’s door to notice she was still sprawled under the covers, which wasn’t surprising. She didn’t want to open the curtains, but she did pull the blankets right off of her.

“Water.” She said, as her daughter blinked herself awake. “Drink it, you’ll be all dehydrated.” She thrusted a clear glass towards her still sleepy daughter and waited for her to take it. “Also, Gatorade, Apple juice, herbal tea, take your pick.” She pointed to a tray that was now on the floor beside Maddie’s bed. “And soup, but it’s from a can.” She said, perching herself down on the edge of Maddie’s bed.

“You’re not shouting.” Maddie was confused. Not only was her head pounding and it kind of felt the the room was spinning and that she had been hit by a ton of bricks, but she didn’t understand why her mom wasn’t shouting. She had expected her to shout, yet, she wasn’t shouting.

“I’m done shouting.” She said, giving Maddie a few seconds to get to grips with everything. “You’re grounded, two weeks.” She said, plain and simple, like it was anything else.

“Expected that.” Maddie nodded, sitting herself up a bit more and taking a long swig of the water. “Mom, I didn’t…” She started, getting cut off by her mother.

“I’m not gonna ban you from drinking ever again. As soon as you turn 21, I’m sure your dad would be more than willing to take you out, celebrate.” She said, because she was pretty sure that was customary for newly 'of-age’ people. “But I just want you to be aware. I don’t want to sound like some preacher, but I do want you to stay safe, and I do want you to come to me if you ever think you are in trouble. Hopefully it will never come to that, but if it does, don’t keep it all to yourself.” Her voice was softer now, understanding and caring, comforting. “And this doesn’t make you exempt from going to school, so I expect your ass out of that bed in 15 minutes and heading downstairs.” She said with a little sneak of a smile.

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