Basically Together

Chapter 20~ Non-Pointless Arguements

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Video doesn't have to do with the chapter. But, to the side is of one of my current favorite songs (thanks Morgan), Car Radio by Twenty One Pilots.

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Chapter 20~ Non-Pointless Arguement

It was pretty unfortunate that once I walked through the front door or my home, my lovely mother was sat at the kitchen table, observing something on her phone. Of course, with a bottle of her favorite whiskey. Why was she home this early from her trip? I had no fucking clue.

"We should sort some things out" my mother proclaims as soon as I enter the kitchen, placing the phone down.

"Huh?" I questioned, walking to the fridge to grab a drink.

"I don't want you to be out during 5:00 to 7:00, that's when you should be preparing dinner for the three of us."

"You're kidding, right? You're supposed to be the motherly figure in this household, not me" I retorted, giving an eye roll while she forcefully placed her bottle on the wood table.

"I'm not in the mood to argue, Reese."

"Why is that? Your drunken state of mind can't handle it?"

"Obviously not" she replied, taking yet another chug of whiskey. "Where's Sissy?"

I instantly scoffed. "You don't even know where your own daughter is? Fantastic parenting right there." I felt the words slip out of my mouth unemotionally. I've said them once too many times to even cry over them.

I knew she wasn't going to get up, considering the fact that she just continued to drink, slouching farther into the chair.

"Look at that, I always knew that I've given birth to a monster."

"Takes one to know one. And why are you home anyway? You should've been out of my hair for two weeks, not less than one." Her words had no effect on me at this point.

"Trip got postponed." She said, calmer and more relaxed.

"Oh, so we're talking civil now. By the way, Sissy's at her friend's house. She's sleeping over there for the night, so it looks like it's just you and I."

"Awesome" she muttered sarcastically. "Now make me some dinner."

It was then that anger began boiling in my cheeks. "What am I? You're fucking slave? No, mother, last time I checked, I was your daughter. You're not even my mother anymore, you're just some sick, psychotic woman with an enormous alcohol fetish."

I could've sworn that for a millisecond, a look of guilt was shown in her eyes and facial expressions, but then her face returned back to its normal, cold look.

"Look, ungrateful little bitch, the fact that you're going to accuse me of not being your mother anymore is utter bullshit. Where's your father-"

"My father's sorry ass is in prison. And I hope he never gets out" I bluntly cut her off, taking a seat at the counter, while she was still seated at the kitchen table.

"Same here."

"You're the one that married the douchebag." I knew that talking shit about my father wasn't going to help me in the situation I was currently in, but the thought that he used to be my favorite parent sickens me. I could basically say that at this point, I didn't even have a parent.

"Yeah, and that was a pretty stupid mistake. Just like you originally were-" she exclaimed, cutting herself off at the same time a gasp escaped from my mouth. On instinct, I covered my mouth with my left hand, placing my drink on the counter.