“Alright, you know the rules for while we’re gone right?” you said as you husband loaded the last of the bags into your car.
“Yes mum,” you two teenage sons said in unison.
“Alright your sister is staying with your grandmother for the weekend so you don’t have to worry about her. Now look at me when I say this; absolutely no parties. Do you understand that Kayden?” you said looking him dead in the eye.
“Mum, I understand now go have fun with dad,” he said with a small chuckle.
Biting your lip, you looked over your shoulder at your husband who was impatiently drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. “Alright. I love you both,” you said, walking over to kiss both their cheeks.
The boys waited until the two of you had backed out of the driveway before they began to devise their plan. Their birthday bash would be a few days early, so they’d be able to get away with throwing it. It was going to be the Saturday before you and Ashton returned from your long weekend getaway.
“Alright, you handle the invites and I’ll handle the booze and…other things,” Kayden told his brother with a smirk.
“Kayden, we can’t let this get too out of hand alright?” Rhyland said.
“Don’t worry little brother, I have it all under control,” he assured him with a curt nod.
Little did the twins know that yours and Ashton’s weekend was cut short when you started to feel sick early Saturday morning. Deciding to head home early, the two of you arrived at your neighborhood when the party was in full swing.
“Where the hell are all these kids going?” Ashton mumbled as he turned onto your street.
You could tell from six houses away, that it was your home that all of the teenagers headed towards. Light was streaming from every window; music was shaking the ground; groups of people lingered on the front lawn. Ashton wasn’t even able to pull into the drive way, he had to park across the street in front of that sweet old lady’s house. Slowly the two of you climbed out of the car, staring in amazement at the sight before you. Truthfully, Ashton was a little impressed at the turn out to his sons’ party. But at the same time he was absolutely livid at the site before him; beer cans and bottles littered the yard, kids smoking what he figured to be pot crowding around the garage, toilet paper draped through the trees. Ashton stormed up to the house and pushed his way through the front door.
From the balcony overhead, the younger of the twin Irwin boys, Rhyland, spotted his parents storm into the house. “Oh shit,” he mumbled before taking off towards his brother’s bedroom. Beating against the locked door Rhyland yelled for Kayden to come out.
“What?” Kayden grumbled when he jerked the door open.
“I hate to interrupt yours and Dylan’s fun, but mum and dad are home,” Rhyland said breathily.
Kayden’s eyes nearly tripled in size as his jaw dropped. “Fuck,” he cursed as he rushed from the room.
Just as Kayden ran down the stairs, buttoning his jeans as he went, he literally collided with his fuming father. The 6’4 teenager seamed to shrink to the size of a small toddler under the angry glare of Ashton.
“Everyone who does not live here has five minutes to get the fuck out of my house before I call the police!” he roared, causing Kayden to shrink back.
Slowly but surely everyone began to filter out of the house. Ashton was taking deep breaths to try and calm himself but the sight of Dylan Hemmings walking down the stairs buttoning her shirt sent him on another rampage. He quickly made the connection between his half naked son and disheveled goddaughter.
Locking eyes with Dylan he said flatly, “If any of you are my godchildren stay put.”
She immediately stopped and stared wide-eyed at her godfather. The knowing look on his face meant he knew what was about to happen between her and his son. Ashton waited for everyone else to leave before corralling all the teens that were left into the expansive living room. Pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, he took a very deep breath.
“Oh my god, Ashton!” you said, reading the text message Michael’s wife had just sent you.
“What is it?” he asked worriedly, taking the phone from your outstretched hand. Quickly reading the message himself he looked up with rage in his eyes.
“You let Haven try and drive himself home while he was drunk?” he yelled.
“W-What? No! He said someone was taking him home!” Kayden said jumping to his own defense.
“Well he damn well did not find someone to take him home. He was in an accident, totaled his sister’s car. He’s lucky it was only a broken arm. Do the rest of you realize how incredibly irresponsible you were being? Jus to let you all know we’re calling your parents, so just stay put until they get here,” Ashton fumed.
Not long later, the parents of the others showed up. And to say they were angry was an understatement. Once everyone had gone, Ashton began to rip into his sons. Rhyland’s lecture wasn’t nearly as long as his twin’s was. When Ashton dismissed him, he looked over his shoulder and gave Kayden a thumb up and small smile for good luck.
“Kayden,” he began once Rhyland had gone, “What in the world were you thinking? Her father is your godfather for Christ’s sake!”
Rolling his eyes, he explained to his father, “Dad, it’s not like I was just going to sleep with her. We’ve been dating for months now.”
Ashton gaped at his son. How could he and his wife not have noticed this? Kayden normally had a flock of girls around him, how could they have missed the sudden dwindle in female attention?
“To be honest I’m not sure how you haven’t noticed. We haven’t exactly been hiding it,” Kayden replied with another eye roll.
Rubbing at his temples, Ashton sighed and said, “Just go to bed. You’ll be cleaning all this shit up in the morning.”
Kayden shoved himself off the sofa and leisurely made his way up the stairs. Just he reached the top he heard his father yell, “And don’t forget you’re grounded either!”
“Mum, please,” Haven begged, clasping his hands together in front of him.
“Haven, I just don’t think it’s a good idea baby,” you told him not even looking up from the carrots you were chopping.
“Why not? I’m sixteen. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself,” he protested.
“Your mother said no Haven. And I agree with her; you’re not going to Kayden’s party. I’m sorry but that’s final and I don’t want to hear another word about it,” Michael chimed in, placing his hand on your shoulder as he came to stand behind you.
Haven huffed and shoved himself away from the bar before storming out of the kitchen. You winced at the sound of him stomping up the stairs and then his door slamming closed behind him. Sighing, you leaned your head back on your husband’s shoulder.
“Why do they have to grow up and be complicated?” you mumbled.
“I dunno babe,” Michael said before pressing a kiss to your temple.
After his door slammed behind him Haven pulled out his phone and texted Kayden that he wouldn’t be able to come. As soon as Kayden Irwin read the message saying one of his best friends wouldn’t be attending his birthday party he immediately devised a plan. Haven picked up on the third ring of Kayden’s call.
“Hey man,” he greeted.
“Okay so here’s what you’re going to do: wait until after dinner then tell them you don’t feel good and go up to bed. Then wait until they turn in and sneak out to my place,” Kayden rushed out.
“That’s a great plan but I don’t have a car,” Haven said.
“Dumb ass,” Kayden said with an eye roll, “Just take your sister’s.”
Biting his lip Haven mulled over the idea. Taking a deep breath he said, “Okay. I’ll do it.”
It was the shrill ring of the phone that woke you at three am. Groaning, Michael rolled over and felt around on the bedside table for the screaming object. You sat up and flipped the lamp on, listening to the side of the conversation you could hear.
“Hello?” Michael answered gruffly.
“Yes, this is Michael Clifford…”
“Oh my god,” he breathed out before dropping the phone to the bed. He sat there completely still for a moment before he leapt from the bed and pulled on the jeans and t-shirt he had worn the day before.
“Michael what’s wrong; you’re scaring me,” you said, watching him suspiciously.
He took a shaky breath and ran a hand through his hair before saying, “It’s Haven. He was in a car accident and at the hospital now.”
“Oh my god!” you said, a thousand different scenarios running through your mind. You threw the covers off of you and hurriedly pulled your own jeans on. Michael grabbed his wallet and cell phone and you grabbed your purse before the both of you rushed down the stairs and out to your car.
“Michael what if he’s not okay?” you mused, you r voice cracking as you climbed into the car.
“He’ll be fine Y/N,” he said in attempts to sooth your worries, but his eyes giving him away. You could tell he was absolutely terrified of what could be of his son at the moment. The rest of the ride to the hospital was absolutely silent, neither of you wanting to talk about the inevitable.
As soon as Michael had the car parked, you had your door open and were sprinting through the hospital entryway. You ran all the way to the reception desk, completely ignoring all the ugly looks and rude comments you received for running through the hospital. You didn’t even notice that Michael had joined you at the desk.
“C-Clifford. Haven Clifford,” you panted to the nurse on duty.
With a bored sigh, she looked up from her paper work and turned to a computer screen where she quickly tapped away at a keyboard. Looking back up at you with tired eyes she said, “Room 232.”
Not even bothering to reply, Michael grabbed your hand and the two of you took off in search of your son’s room. You frantically read all the room numbers as you passed them by and when you finally spotted room 232, you heaved a sigh of relief as you threw the door open. Sitting on the bed was your son Haven with his left arm in a blue cast and several stiches above his right eyebrow. At the sight of him you completely broke down, not even noticing the police officer standing in the corner of the room. Rushing over and throwing your arms around him you squeezed him to you, earning a low grunt from him.
“Don’t you ever do that to me again, do you understand me?” you yelled after you released him from your death grip of a hug. “What were you thinking? Where in the hell were you going at three in the morning Haven?”
“I was actually on the way home…” he mumbled, shifting his gaze to his black converse.
“Why would you be on the way ho-,” you started but stopped when you suddenly realized where he had been. “You snuck out to go to Kayden’s party and were on the way back.”
“And he was plastered. That’s why he had the accident,” Michael said as he stepped away from the police officer.
“You were driving drunk?” you shrieked. “Have you completely lost your mind? Not only could you have killed someone else, you could have died Haven!”
“Mum, I’m fine,” he said rolling his eyes.
“But you could’ve not been fine!” you cried, letting the tears fall at the thought of what could’ve been.
You ran a hand through your wild hair and let out a shaky breath. “You are so grounded, you know that right? And you’re going to pay for this entire D.U.I. yourself,” you said after the officer finished writing it up and handed it to you.
The officer gave you a curt nod before exiting the room leaving the three you alone. Michael stepped closer to your son and mustered up the most intimidating glare he could.
“Do you realize you could’ve gone to jail over this? Had you not been a minor they would have hauled your ass off to jail so fast it would’ve made your head spin. Not to mention you could’ve been seriously hurt; you’re lucky all you have is a broken arm and some stitches Haven. When I got that call I didn’t know what to think. In all honesty, as soon as they said it was the hospital, I thought I was being asked to come identify a body. Because why else would a hospital call me at three in the fucking morning? Your mother cried the entire way here. I was praying that you were still alive,” He seethed.
“C’mon, we’re going home. You need to get some sleep because first thing in the morning you’re going job hunting,” you said flatly.
Weekly date night was a must for you and your husband. Now that your three children were old enough to look after themselves, you and Luke made sure to get your alone time. Tonight the two of you were going out to a nice dinner then going for a stroll on the beach. You called up the stairs to let your daughter know that you were leaving then you and Luke headed out the door.
The second Dylan heard the door shut behind her parents, she whipped out her phone and pulled up her boyfriend’s contact. He picked up on the third ring with his normal happy-go-lucky ‘hey babe’.
“Kayden,” she started softly, “I need your help.”
His tone suddenly got extremely serious as he answered her, “Dylan what’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing bad! I’ve just been really stressed and I was wondering if you had something that would help e relax?” Dylan told him, hinting at what she wanted from him.
“You want some weed,” he chuckled into the phone.
“Do you have any?” she asked him hopefully.
Scoffing he said, “Of course I do. I’ll be over in five.”
After the teens quickly said their goodbyes, Dylan walked over to the window above her bed and opened it so that Kayden come straight in. She then turned to the mirror and fluffed her hair out a little and touch up her mascara. A few minutes later, her boyfriend’s muscular body clambered through her open window.
“Geez, you’d think as often as I sneak in here, that climb would be easy by now,” he huffed while stretching back on her bed.
Rolling her eyes, she went and joined Kayden. Dylan swung a leg over his waist so that she was straddling him. “So, do you have it?” she asked.
“Right here babe,” he said with a smirk as he reached into his front pocket and pulled out two joints before handing them to her. “Now unfortunately, I can’t stay and smoke with you. I have a party to host,” he told her with a small pout. “But…” he trailed off with a smirk, “You should come to my party.”
“Kayd, you know my parents would freak if they came back and I wasn’t here,” she said, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Awe c’mon babe,” he pouted, “It’s my birthday party.”
“Fine,” she said giving in to his pouty face, “Just give me a minuet to change.”
Several hours later, just after you and Luke had pulled back into the driveway, Luke received a call from Ashton.
“She’s what?” Luke seethed into the phone while throwing the car into reverse.
“Yeah, we’re on the way give me like five minutes,” he snapped before ending the phone call.
“What is it Luke?” you asked curiously.
Taking a deep breath he said, “That was Ash. He said that they came home early from their trip and the boys were throwing a huge party. And Dylan is there. And he’s pretty sure she’s high.”
“Oh my god,” you groaned as you pulled up to the Irwin’s house to see Calum and his wife there as well.
“Lovely bunch of kids we have isn’t it?” Calum said sarcastically as you all entered the house together.
You quickly thanked Ashton and his wife for calling you and then ushered your daughter out to the car. Luke roughly yanked the door open and helped Dylan up seeing as though she was very unsteady on her feet at the moment. As he went to close the door he noticed something that had fallen from her pocket. Picking it up, he stared at it wide eyed.
“What the hell is this?” Luke asked, holding the joint up to her.
Dylan squinted a little, leaning forward to get a better look. She sat back and said as it was the most obvious thing in the world, “Well dad, it appears to be a joint.”
“I know what it is D-” he started but was cut off by your daughter.
“Well then why did you ask me what it was? I just had one… where did a put that thing,” she said, looking around for the joint that had fallen from her pocket.
“Luke,” you sighed, “She’s still high, you aren’t going to be able to reason with her now. We’ll have to wait until she’s sobered up.”
After giving your words some thought, Luke pressed his lips into a thin line and slammed the car door before coming around and climbing into the driver’s side. The quick drive back to your house was filled with a tense silence. And as soon as you arrived, Luke stormed into the house. You slowly got out yourself and walked around to help Dylan out of the car. Once inside you helped her up to her room and said, “Dylan, we are going to have a very serious discussion about this in the morning.”
“About what mum?” she asked, genuinely confused.
Sighing and shaking your head, you walked out of the room to join your husband. You found him sitting at the foot of your bed with head in his hands. Sitting down beside him, you reached over and began to massage his tensed shoulders.
“I expect this kind of shit from Bennett, but Dylan? Y/N, she gets perfect marks in school, she’s never gotten a demerit for anything in her entire life. How long has she been smoking this crap? If she keeps doing this it could ruin her future,” he said, venting more to himself than to you.
“I know Luke. I don’t know what we should do…” you trailed off.
“Well obviously she’s going to be grounded,” Luke said.
“For a very long time,” you nodded.
Then noting Dylan’s love of her privacy he mused, “Her door is gone as well.”
Again you nodded your head in agreement, “She’ll have Bennett and Blake’s chores for a while.”
“No cell phone,” he sighed.
“I guess that’s good for now…” you trailed off.
Sighing Luke leaned back on the bed and said, “It’ll have to do until I think of something worse.”
“C’mon Clayton, a dare is a dare,” the boy taunted with a sleazy smirk.
“Fine,” she grumbled as she stood from the circle of Truth-or-Dare players. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and quickly pulled her top up. Leaving it up just long enough for everyone to get a good look at her lacy black push-up bra, she soon jerked the shirt back down to cover herself.
When she sat back down, the guy who had taunted her was looking down at his wearing a smile like the cat that had just caught the canary. Not even giving it a second thought she excused herself and went inside the house in attempts to find Dylan. She walked through the back patio doors just in time to hear her uncle Ashton scream for everyone to leave. She tried to keep her head down so she could slip out of the house without being noticed but even so just as Clayton was about to reach the door, he called for all of his godchildren to stay.
Clayton cursed under her breath and slowly made her way to stand beside a disheveled Dylan Hemmings. “What have you been doing?” she whispered to Dylan, eyeing her suspiciously.
Dylan didn’t reply though, only biting her lower lip and letting her gaze drift to a half-naked Kayden Irwin. Clayton’s moth formed a small ‘o’ and she nudged her friend in the ribs giving her a small thumbs up showing her approval. The two of them had been after the Irwin twins for as long as they could remember.
“Any luck with Rhyland tonight?” Dylan asked hopefully.
“Nah we flirted a bit but that’s it,” she told her friend.
Just as Dylan was about to reply, Ashton ushered them all into the living room.
“Do you have any idea how irresponsible you all have been tonight?” he started off. “Someone could’ve been seriously hu-.”
“Oh my god Ashton!” Rhyland’s mom said, handing him her phone.
Quickly scanning the message himself, he looked up at his sons with an angry glare. He told them all in short that Haven Clifford had left the party drunk and ended up totaling his sister’s car.
In the meantime, you and your husband Calum were watching some bad movie that was playing on early morning television. Just as you began to drift off to sleep, Calum’s cell phone started to vibrate uncontrollably.
“Babe, you’ve got to see what that is,” you mumbled drowsily.
He grumbled some sort of response and reached over to the bedside table where his phone sat. Picking it up and quickly unlocking it, he gaped at the site before him; countless tweets all with photos of his daughter half-naked attached to them. Calum quickly pulled up his daughters contact but before he could press call, an incoming call from Ashton flashed across the screen.
“Is Clayton at your house?” Calum growled into the receiver.
“As a matter of fact she is. I just called Luke and he’s on the way to get Dylan. We came home early to see our house crawling with kids, I told Dylan and Clayton both to stay put and that I’d call you,” Ashton said.
“I appreciate that man. Y/N and I are on the way,” he affirmed before ending the call.
Calum jumped out of bed and began putting clothes on all the while telling you about the picture and the party. By the time you two had gotten in the car, Calum had already left three voicemails with your lawyer. He knew it would be nearly impossible but he wanted that picture off the internet. Not much late, he zipped into the Irwin’s driveway just as Luke and his wife did.
“Lovely bunch of kids we have isn’t it?” Calum grumbled as you all walked into the house.
Luke only grunted in reply. He quickly thanks Ashton for the call and left with his daughter. When the back of Clayton’s head came into your sight you seethed, “Clayton Allan Hood!”
Even facing the opposite direction, you knew she winced. Ever so slowly, she turned to face you and Calum who had joined you in the doorway.
“What were you thinking?” you demanded.
“Mum I can explain,” she said quietly, holding her hands up in surrender.
“You damn well better be able to explain,” Calum snapped.
He rarely ever got mad at your daughter. And when he did, she usually only had to bat her eyes at him and all would be forgiven. Not this time though. Your husband was livid. He stormed over to Ashton and said something you figured was about the photograph. He then turned to Clayton and said, “You and your mother go wait outside.”
Clayton stood slowly and walked over to you, making sure to keep her eyes trained on the floor. The two of you left the house and went to the car to wait on Calum. The second the door closed behind you showed her the picture and asked about it.
“I-I didn’t know about that,” she said, her voice cracking slightly. Sighing you said, “Alright get in the car. We’ll talk about it once your father comes back out.”
Only a few minutes later Calum came out side and stalked towards the SUV. Hastily climbing in the driver’s seat he the key into the ignition and sped from the house.
“Clayton,” he began after taking a deep breath, “Please explain to your mother and myself why in the hell you would let that boy take a picture of you like that.”
“I didn’t know he was taking it!” she said trying to defend herself.
Clayton then launched into her tale of how the picture came to be. When she had finished, she cautiously looked up to meet Calum’s still angry stare in the rearview mirror.
“That was incredibly stupid of you Clay,” he sighed.
“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, looking down at her hands in her lap.
“Clayton this will follow you around for the rest of your life, do you realize that? I’ve already called our lawyer but there’s only so much the legal system can do about it,” He informed her
“Yes,” Clayton mumbled softly as Calum pulled into the driveway of your home.
After killing the engine the three of you just sat there for a few minutes. Calum sighed and looked to you, “How long will she be grounded for Y/N?”
“Hmm, I’d say at least a month,” you mused, tapping your chin with our pointer finger.
“I was thinking two,” he said as he unbuckled his seatbelt.
Nodding you said, “Sounds good to me.”
Clayton, who was still sat in the back seat, stared with her mouth agape. “Two months?” she gasped.
“Yup. And hand over your phone, I’ll get your laptop once we get inside,” Calum stated.
After stepping out of the car Calum reached and opened Clayton’s doors for her. He stretched out his hand and waited for her phone. Clayton slowly fished it out of her pocket and placed it in her father’s hand. She then sluggishly got out of the car and made her way towards the front door. Once the door shut behind her Calum walked over to your side of the car. He opened the door and rested his head on your shoulder.
“What are we going to do?” he asked, his voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt.
“I don’t know Cal,” you sighed, “I guess we’ll just have to take it all in stride. That’s all we can do.”
Calum leaned up and pressed a kiss to your temple. “You’re right. I knew this whole parenting thing would be hard but I was not expecting this,” he said while helping you from the car.
“The lawyers will handle it baby. But she’s made a bad decision and is going to have to live with the consequences,” you told him as you made your way into the house.