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Happy Hour

I wanted to leave the house, I needed to get out, but I couldn't leave a child alone.

It was around 2am so I couldn't call someone babysit. I would just have to wait until later.

It's Friday morning, was there even a point in going to school? Of course there is, but for Matthew should I just skip and try to find my mom.

My mom was young when she had me, around 18. most teen moms are bad moms, but hopefully the first kid would just prepare them for their next, I personally feel like my mom is doing worse this time.

When I was younger I was at least left with my gran, someone who had the ability to raise a child, my mother was still out of the picture but I had a parent, my gran was there for me but when I was around 11, my mom had Matt. He wasn't planned but my mom seemed really excited to have him, for the first time in my life, my mother was actually trying to be a good parent. the whole 9 months she was pregnant, she was home, when she wasn't out with her boyfriend, Matt's dad.

But right after Matt was born, her boyfriend and her had a falling out, which caused her to have a falling out with my gran and saying she wanted nothing to do with her, because my mother claimed she was feeding us false information about our mom.

My gran moved away, she used to send me post cards on my birthday but stopped when I was 15. I don't know why she stopped, but she did. I don't even know if she's still alive.

I went to check on Matt, but as I walked past the front door, I heard a knock, a soft knock. Almost like the person knocking knew there would be someone sleeping and didn't want to wake them up.

I have never seen a random person knock on a door at 2am be so thoughtful.

I wasn't gonna open it, I walked closer though, to try and hear if they knocked again, but instead I heard the person talk

"Open the door, Astrid."

It was a man's voice, raspy and tired sounding. He didn't sound like anyone knew.

I opened the door, keeping the chain on to stop it from opening completely.

In front of the door stood a man, a grown man, in a suit. He looked like he could be anywhere from 25 to 30.

"Who are you?" I asked

"I'm a friend of your mother, may I come in?" he smiled warmly

"No" I answered

"Why's that?"

"What the fuck do you mean? How could you possibly thing I would let you in my house?"  I snapped. Maybe the lack of sleep was finally giving me bad moods, maybe this is just what anyone would do.

"Pretty girls like you shouldn't swear"

"And people shouldn't go to someone's house at 2am"

"3am" he corrected me

"Fuck off"

"Sure, " he winked at me "I'll be seeing you around"

God I hope not.

I closed the door and made sure it was locked.

What was that about? What the fuck was that? Where is my mom?