Title – Clean
Author - Mia Kerick
Cover By Louis C.
Harris
Genre – Gay, Young
Adult (14+), Romance, Contemporary Fiction
Published By - Cool Dudes
Publishing
Release Date – December 1,
2015
Word Count – 64,162 words
Tag line – Only by
coming clean do they learn they were always clean
High
school senior Lanny Keating has it all. A three-sport athlete at Lauserville
High School looking at a college football scholarship, with a supportive
family, stellar grades, boy band good looks… until the fateful day when it all
falls apart.
Seventeen-year-old
Trevor Ladd has always been a publicly declared zero and the high school
bad-boy. Abandoned by his mother and sexually abused by his legal guardian,
Trevor sets his sights on mere survival.
Lanny
seeks out Trevor’s companionship to avoid his shattered home life. Unwilling to
share their personal experiences of pain, the boys explore ways to escape,
leading them into sexual experimentation, and the abuse of illegal drugs and
alcohol. Their mutual suffering creates a lasting bond of friendship and love.
When
the time finally comes to get clean and sober, or flunk out of high school,
only one of the boys will graduate, while the other spirals downward into
addiction.
Will
Lanny and Trevor find the strength to battle their demons of mind-altering
substances as well as emotional vulnerability?
Clean
takes the reader on a gritty trip into the real and raw world of teenage
substance abuse.
PROLOGUE
Lanny
Trevor wouldn’t even look at me when I walked over to the
gas station this morning to say hi. And Jimmy’s Fuel Stop is like three miles from my house so it took a
major effort to walk there, especially since I’ve been feeling like total crap
lately. Another one of my shaky human bonds bites the dust. I need to go out
and get myself a cat.
“Can’t you see I’m working, Keating?” That was all he said.
But I’ve always been good at reading between the lines. I could tell what he
was thinking as he stood beside the gas pumps, totally caught up in not looking
at me. “Take a hike before you get me
fired, loser. Some of us got goals in life....” So I took off before he had
a chance to make me feel like I shouldn’t have ever made an appearance on the
planet earth. But I still know it would have been better had I never been
born...maybe Joelle would still be okay.
It’s Saturday afternoon and nobody’s home. Mom and Dad are
probably off at the park with Joelle, sloshing through the wet snow together so
she gets her daily exercise. Or maybe they took her to the make-
your-own-sundae-place to improve her fine motor skills by sprinkling sweet
toppings on big scoops of ice cream. I’m in Mom and Dad’s bathroom, bent in
half with my head stuck in the closet, searching the cluttered shelves for
anything that will get me high enough to escape. And I mean anything.
That’s when I see the cough syrup. The bottle in front is
almost new, and there’s an older bottle of a different brand right behind it,
little more than halfway full. Seeing these medicine bottles reminds me of
something Chad suggested about a week or two ago— that we should try robo-tripping. He told me that if we
drink enough cough syrup, the DXM in it would get us high in a “super blissful,
tingling-body-parts way,” which sounded pretty decent to me then and still does
now. Not completely surprised I remembered Chad’s exact description of a DXM
high, I thank God for this dextromethorphan stuff that suppresses nasty coughs,
because it looks like I’m going to find my much-needed buzz after all.
Pleased that I don’t have to resort to sniffing glue from
the tube on my father’s basement workbench or huffing my mother’s hairspray—and
believe me I came close—I snatch the bottles with a shaky hand. They’re both
sticky with the syrup that dripped down the side last time one of the Keating’s
had a major head cold accompanied by a hacking cough. Licking my fingers
provides me with a hint of the cherry flavor I’m probably going to be barfing
up later tonight. But I don’t care. I can’t get through a single day without
some help, and by that I don’t mean help from my human friends, seeing as I have none left.
The walk to the shed seems longer than ever. It’s an effort
to so much as put one foot in front of the other. I haven’t eaten anything for
a full day; I’m sure that’s why I feel like such crap. And it’s not like I want to think about this stuff, but I
can’t stop myself. The “stuff” I don’t want to think about is really people. The people I have hurt so much
lately because of my bad habits.
This list starts with my little sister Joelle, who I told to
“stuff a sock in it” when she asked me to read that goddamned book about a kid
going to school—for the zillionth time! “School’s not all it’s cracked up to
be, Jo. Stop being so damned excited about it! Those kids are gonna tear you to
pieces and won’t even wait until you turn your back to do it!” It hurts too
much to remember the expression on her face right after I told her that, so
instead I stare beyond the leafless trees into the gray sky and think about my
parents.
I’ve hurt Mom and Dad a lot too, because they know I’m sick,
they just don’t know exactly what’s wrong with me. And I’m not sure how much
they care. Their plates are too full already with Joelle’s problems, I guess.
I glance down at the two bottles of cough medicine dangling
from between my fingers and remember Chrissy and Robyn, who I use like toilet
paper. They can do way better than me in the study-buddy department.
I trip over a root that crosses my path and fall to my
knees, but just as quickly drag myself back to my feet. A stray root isn’t
enough to stop me from getting to where I’m going.
I’m almost at the shed now, and I can’t avoid thinking about
him any longer. Trevor hates me. He never calls anymore, never asks me to go to
the shed to drink some beer and fool around. He just looks at me in the hallway
at school with angry disgusted eyes, and tells me every chance he gets “you’re
fucking up your life and I’m not gonna let you fuck up mine.”
Trevor Ladd...the ultimate untouchable. If I could’ve made
somebody like him want to be with me,
I would’ve surely been able to win my
parents back. Well, no such luck. I’m more of a zero to Trevor than I ever
was...and Mom and Dad still don’t care.
Blew my entire life sky high. Which is where I’ll be soon, if all goes according to plan. I lift
each bottle of sticky sweet cough medicine to my lips and kiss them, one by
one.
Just the sight of the tiny, beat-up brown shed fills me with
an indescribable sense of relief, probably like the feeling of coming home
after years at sea. As soon as I push open the door, I see that Trevor isn’t
here and I’m illogically disappointed. But Trevor can’t save me from myself. He
did his duty; he tried to get me clean, and he got clean in the process.
Way to go, Trevor.
Alone in a frigid shed in the middle of the woods, I’m more
than eager to suck down a couple bottles of cough medicine so I can be somewhere
else...someone else. A vision of
Landon Keating forms in my mind—not Lanny, the student, or Lanny, the athlete,
or Lanny, the son and brother—but the near-future version of me when I’m
“simultaneously mellow and stimulated,” if the online experiences I’ve read about
taking DXM are accurate. Sad truth is, I’ll take just plain disoriented. Any
effect will be fine if it whisks me away.
I drop down to the cold floor and without ceremony open one
of the small bottles. The cough medicine goes down more easily than I thought.
Cherry-berry-sweet-thick-burning-soothing- pleasure-pain. It
doesn’t take too long.
Itchy as
hell...belly’s on fire....
“Read to me,
Lanny...read it again!
”Can’t feel my legs at
all....
“Wishes don’t wash
dishes, son.”
Can’t stop barfing....
So sick....
“Take a hike,
Keating—you filthy, no-good, loser boozer-druggie!”
Blew it with
Trevor...blew it with everybody.
Can’t breathe...need a
breath....
Gonna die here alone.
Mia Kerick
Mia Kerick is the mother of four exceptional children—all
named after saints—and five nonpedigreed cats—all named after the next best
thing to saints, Boston Red Sox players. Her husband of twenty years has been
told by many that he has the patience of Job, but don’t ask Mia about that, as
it is a sensitive subject.
Mia focuses her stories on the emotional growth of troubled
young men and their relationships, and she believes that sex has a place in a
love story, but not until it is firmly established as a love story. As a teen,
Mia filled spiral-bound notebooks with romantic tales of tortured heroes (most
of whom happened to strongly resemble lead vocalists of 1980s big-hair bands)
and stuffed them under her mattress for safekeeping. She is thankful to CoolDudes
Publishing, Dreamspinner Press, Harmony Ink Press for providing her with an
alternate place to stash her stories.
Mia is proud of her involvement with the Human Rights
Campaign and cheers for each and every victory made in the name of marital
equality. Her only major regret: never having taken typing or computer class in
school, destining her to a life consumed with two-fingered pecking and constant
prayer to the Gods of Technology.
Author Links
Website (& Blog): www.miakerick.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/MiaKerick
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/mia.kerick
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ALPHA BOOK CLUB REVIEW
Five Powerful Stars! This book approaches a difficult subject of drug/alcohol abuse. Landon and Trevor both come from families that are not your loving home. They are both seniors in high school and end up turning to alcohol and drugs. The story is told from both of their POVs and the author gives as a look into their minds high on a substance. Mia does a fantastic job at looking at the world of substance abuse. I highly recommend this book!
ARC provided by author in exchange for an honest review. This book was read and reviewed by Annamaria for Alpha Book Club.
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“I look at his face to see if he’s judging us because of the whole gay thing but he smiles and I know he’s cool with whoever I wanna love.”
5 beautiful stars!!! Mia Kerick knows how to take delicate subjects and make a beautiful story!! It’s gripping, heartbreaking and so beautiful!!
Trevor and Landon are both high school seniors dealing with their own family problems. Landon’s parents barely notice he’s around and Trevor lives with his abusive stepdad. So what’s a young boy do when he has no one? They both turn to drugs to take away the pain and escape their lives. Landon is the all star football player, who seems like he comes from the perfect family. You’d never think Trevor and Landon would cross paths, but they find each other and find solace in each other’s company.
This beautiful book is so well written, it touches on subjects that might be too much for some. But there’s a powerful messaage in this book! I fell in love with both of these characters and I wanted to reach in and just hug them both!! Mia Kerick is a stellar author and knows how to write a book with a powerful punch!! If you haven’t read this book yet, I suggest you do so now.
ARC provided by author in exchange for an honest review. Reviewed by Melissa from Alpha Book Club
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