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I couldn't sleep at all last night. All I could hear was moms silent cries from her room. They weren't loud but I knew she was crying. She hadn't stopped since I got it. Amy wouldn't open her door to me. Life was great. 

I pushed myself out of my bed, cold air immediately hitting my skin, causing small bumps to form all over my skin. I really hate the cold. I slipped on my dressing gown and headed to my mom's room. I opened the door and there she laid, fast asleep. Her cheeks were stained with dry tears and her eyes were red and puffy. I sat beside her on her bed and stroked her cheek, pushing the small strands of hair away from her face. She barely opened her eyes but she knew it was me.

"I'm not going to school today, I'm staying here with you and I promise I won't leave," I told her.

She simply smiled and nodded. I knew it wasn't that easy but she always tried to hide how she was really feeling. It was tricky to live with. Not long ago, she had several drinking problems. She'd come home and drink herself to agony. Amy became terrified of her after a while, but she didn't stop, she got worse. She turned violent and she began to forget about her children. It was rough but I and many others helped here through it. I can't imagine her allowing herself to get like that again.

I quietly walked out and left her to sleep. I headed over to Amy's door and twisted the handle. I entered and her head shot up to me. Her eyes were bloodshot and her skin was pale. I ran over to her and took her in my arms, her eyes squeezed shut as I felt her tears pour out onto me. Amy wasn't strong, she knew exactly what was happening. I held her tight, allowing her to break down on me. I hated this. 

I took Amy's hand and lead her into our mothers room. We all climbed into the bed and shuffled closer to each other. We layed there for a few hours, enjoying the sweet company. I sat up and placed a small kiss on both of their foreheads as they slept. I wasn't going to let this ruin us. 

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Short update.

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