In Your Dreams - Carl Gallagher [DISCONTINUED]

chapter 13: get the fuck out

"Mom? You home?" I asked, closing the door behind me.

I didn't get an answer so I walked upstairs and into her room where she was sitting in her bed with a beer in her hand.

"Mom?" I asked.

"Oh. You're home. With a black eye," she said, glancing up from her phone.

"Oh yeah, it's nothing," I muttered.

"Sure it is," she said, rolling her eyes.

"What's up with you?" I asked, leaning against the doorframe.

Mom shut off her phone and set it down on the bed and looked up at me.

"What's up with me? What's up with you, Karina," she snapped.

"Mom-," I started but was interrupted.

"Karina, I haven't seen you for days. You've been staying across the street, hanging out with that delinquent boy and not even bothering to check in on me!" Mom yelled.

"I didn't bother to check in because when I do you're never here!" I spat.

"Because I've been out making money for your ungrateful ass!" she snapped, standing up.

"I don't need you," I muttered.

"Oh yeah?" she asked, walking over to me.

Our faces were less than two inches apart. Her breath reeked of alcohol. 

"Yeah," I said, looking up at her.

"Then get the hell out," she snarled.

"What?" I stuttered slightly.

"You heard me. Pack your shit and go slut around like you've been doing," she snapped.

I scoffed and stepped back from her.

"Fuck you," I spat.

I slammed her door and stomped over to my room. I grabbed a suitcase out from my closet and shoved as much clothes and shoes as I could fit. I also grabbed a garbage bag and threw the rest of my belongings into it.

I threw the garbage bag over my shoulder and pulled my suitcase behind me. I walked out of my room and downstairs. I spotted my moms wallet on the counter and walked over to it. I opened it and grabbed all the cash out of it.

"You're invited to Fionas wedding by the way! Don't bother coming!" I yelled, walking out the front door and slamming it behind me.

I took a deep breath once I got onto the porch. I walked down the steps and onto the street. Going straight back over to the Gallagher's. I walked through the front door without knocking.

"Mom taking you dress shopping?" Carl asked, not looking away from the T.V.

"Definitely not," I said, dragging my belongings towards the stairs.

Carl looked back at me and noticed my suitcase. He got up immediately and walked over to me.

"Hey, what the hell happened?" Carl asked, grabbing my shoulders.

"My moms a bitch," I muttered, avoiding his eyes.

Carl lifted up my head to look him in the eyes.

"What happened and why are you bringing your shit over here?" Carl asked, looking me in the eyes.

I bit my lip, struggling to hold back tears.