Mum nearly killed me, dad raped me and then I got a hot boyfriend!

~*~ Part 2

The next couple of days passed in a blur, until on Friday evening when me and Olly got home from school, we were hit with a strong smell of alcohol. That was weird, mum never drank and she wasn't over dad yet, so it's not another man, I wonder what it could be. When we rounded the corner, mum was sat at the island in the kitchen with a vodka bottle in her hand. 'Mum put that bottle down, stop drinking, it could make you ill.'

'Whatever Imogen, you can't tell me what to do!' I flinched at her using my full name; she never used my full name so she was definitely drunk. She got up from the island and tried to make her way upstairs but fell over. I walked over to try and help her up but she shooed me away. 'Leave me alone Imogen, I can do things for myself!' she yelled. I winced at the sound but didn't say anything.

I motioned for Olly to go upstairs and as he went i asked mum 'Why did you drink, you've never even picked up a bottle before today?!'

'I did it because I needed to wipe away all thoughts about your father and the only way I could, was to get drunk.'

'You could have found something else to take your mind off it, nut now you really need to put the bottle down!' She finished the bottle off and then slapped me round the face. I sat there clutching my cheek for a minute until it completely registered what she had done. 'Why did you just do that mum?' She just shrugged and punched me everywhere but the face before getting up and walking upstairs. I broke down in tears clutching myself as my body hurt so much from where she hit me. I knew she did it because she was drunk, but she would surely stop herself from hitting her own daughter, wouldn't she?

I heard Olly coming downstairs but I made no effort to sort myself out, he had to know what she did to me. I heard him gasp and run across the room to me. 'Immy, what happened?' I told him what mum did to me and pulled up my sleeve to prove it (there were already bruises forming). He gasped again and pulled me into him, as if to protect me, but didn't crush me as he usually would have as he knew that I was in pain. He may be my younger brother but he cares for me a lot. I was tired from everything that had happened tonight and all the crying, so I went to bed early.

I woke up at 10am and instantly knew something was wrong, the house was way too quiet and Olly and mum was usually up before me. I crept into Olly's room to find that he wasn't there, then I went into mum's room and she was still asleep. Then I remembered what happened yesterday and went to look for Olly. I found him downstairs, cuddled up in his duvet, watching TV on the sofa. I walked up to him and stood in his way. He leaned to one side so I moved, then he leaned to the other and I moved. The game carried on until he told me to move. 'Ok, I was only having a joke! Can I come under by the way?' I asked, gesturing towards the duvet.

'Yeah, sure!' He replied.

We sat and watched TV for a bit, until mum came down at about 11am. She didn't remember what happened last night and she definitely didn't remember hitting me either. I showed her the bruises and she gasped.

'Oh My Gosh, I'm so sorry Immy. I didn't mean to do that, I was out of my mind last night! I didn't realise what I was doing' She said.

'I know mum, but I'm aching all over because of it. Just don't drink again, if you want to take your mind off dad ask us and we'll do something to help'

'I...I, ok I won't drink again, for your two's sake.' She said, kind of unsure.

'Thanks mum, now, I'm going to get changed seen as though it's already 11am!!' I joked.