Year 2000
It went on and on like that for 5 more years. It was my 11th birthday when my mom came home drunk again. After mama nana's... day, Dad never was the same. I guess a part of him was with mama nana and when mama nana disappeared and so was he. Mom and Dad do the same thing every night. Fight.
Usually my mom would be drunk and my dad would come from work and see mom a mess. To be honest, I mostly avoid them. Not all the times. Sometimes, I would help mom get cleaned but never had the chance to finish cleaning, so my dad would get home to see mom still wreaking of alcohol. I went to help mom stand steady, but she was heavier than me, instead she fell down face flat on the floor still holding a bottle of alcohol. I sighed and said, "Mom, give me the bottle. " While grabbing the bottle from her. "No! M-mine! This is mine! Stay away from me." She said while trying to sit properly and drink alcohol. "Mom. Give me the bottle." I said while trying to grab hold of it and then she fell from her poor sitting position and fell face down the floor again. This time the bottle smashed onto the cement floor the bottle was half broken. Mom sat up again and said, "You did this! Its empty already. You can have it already. " Again, she fell down face on the floor as she gave me the broken bottle.
"Ouch!" I squeeked. The half broken bottle slashed through my arm and blood came running out. I felt my eyes started to well up. I stood up and looked for our telephone, but the doorbell rang. I turned my head to the door. "Who's there" I whimpered. The door opened and revealed a lady, whose hair is as brown as belle and had a worried look on her face.
"Who are you?" I scooted back while holding my bleeding arm. She opened her arms and tries to reach me. "Sweetie, your arm! I'm your new neighbor, Rachel." She said, while wiping my tears. She carried me and asked, "Do you know where is your first aid kit?" I nodded and pointed at the kitchen. She placed me on the counter and opened the sink. "How did you know I was in trouble?" I asked. "Well," she said while cleaning my wound. "I heard someone shouting while I was tucking my son to sleep." She cleaned my wound and put on a gauge. "Is your mom the one who is passed out on the living room?" She asked. I nodded. "Well, your a brave little girl." She said while smiling. She looks so pretty. "My mom used to say that I'm a pirate." I said while sucking my thumb
"You act like one too. Where's your dad?" She asked. " He's at work." I said. "Do you want to stay at my house until your dad comes home?" She said, while smiling again. "Dad, usually comes home during the day and in the morning's dad and mom would be fighting, then dad would leave again saying he would work and them mom leaves me a twenty dollar bill and goes out drinking alchohol." She looked at me. Stunned. "Oh, well then, what's your name?" She said while putting away the first aid kit. "May." I said, while looking at my feet. "Do you want to sleep in our house?" I looked at her as if she was crazy, but even so, I nodded.
