"It's harder and harder to get you to listen, more I get through the gears, incapable of making alright decisions, and having bad ideas"
-Why'd You Only Call Me When Your High? by Arctic Monkeys
"Mom! I'm home!" I yelled as I entered the apartment, slipping off my black Doc Martens, which were soaking wet on the inside. "Mom?" I said again. The TV was on, and it smelled like weed. I took a few steps forward.
"Hi sweetie," My mom said as she looked over to me from the couch, as I stood by the door. I heard a man cough.
"Um, who's that?" I asked her. She mumbled something and stood up, holding a cigarette in between her middle and index finger.
"This is my new boyfriend, Carl." She answered, looking at someone sitting on the couch. He stood up, and looked at me with a bone chilling grin. I stepped closer to the door, slightly further from him.
"Pleasure to meet you," He snarled. He looked 40 or so, his hair was short and black, with a few strands of gray, and a stubble beard. I gave him a look of disgust and looked back at my mom.
"Boyfriend? Mom, we've been living here for 3 days." I told her. She shook her head, and touched her dry lips with her finger.
"Yes, I know. We met today at the grocery store, and he asked to come over and now we're dating and that's that." She pushed her glasses up her nose.
"So Carl just, invited himself over? That's not only rude but just weird" I said, giving a quick glare to "Carl".
"Abby, you're being rude. I can date whoever I want to." She sniffed, and then had a slight hiccup. I looked to the counter of the kitchen, and noticed empty beer cans.
"Mom, are you drunk?" I asked, shaking my head, water dripping down my shoulders from my wet hair. "You should get some rest."
"No! Abby, I'm your mother, not the other way around. I'm an adult and I can date whoever I want to." She said, putting the cigarette to her lips. "Go to your room." She coughed. I didn't want to argue. So I glared at my mom's stupid boyfriend as he continued grinning at me like that with his stupid face. I closed the door and groaned. What's up with my mom?
I went to bed that night at around 8:00 pm, which was unusual for me. I guess I didn't like sitting on my bed awake, thoughts filling my head so full, they would pour from my ears. I was tense as I layed on my bed, clenching to the covers, waiting to fall asleep. But after a few minutes of tirelessly staring at my wall, I gave up and grabbed the box from my shopping bag, which had my new phone inside. I was excited to tell my mom what happened and about the fun at the mall, but she seems drunk and her boyfriend is here so I decided to just stay in my room for the rest of the night. I opened the box, and pulled out the phone. It was an iPhone 12, the whiteness sting my eyes as I turn it on. I signed into my account, and downloaded social medias like Instagram and what not. After mindlessly scrolling for what felt like only minutes, I checked the time. It was now 12:46 am, and I looked over to my mom's bed, which was made, and she was still not sleeping in, when she usually goes to bed at 10:00 pm. Of course, she's probably sleeping on the couch tonight with her stupid boyfriend I thought to myself, before turning off my phone and tossing it under my bed. Tucked under my covers, I slowly shut my eyes; before my thoughts could start ringing in my head.
I woke up, checked the time. It was 8:26 am. I had exactly 21 minutes before school started.
"Shit!" I yanked my covers off my bed. My mom's bed was still made, just as last night. I fumbled to the bathroom, and quickly brushed my hair without showering, because of the lack of time. I can't believe I forgot to set an alarm! Even then, my mom would have woken me up, if she weren't so "occupied". I quickly took off my clothes in the bathroom, which had a door back to my room. I ran back to the bedroom and put my uniform on, which was still a little damp. I put on my silver necklace, which I wasn't sure was allowed to be worn at school or not, but at this point, I didn't care. I ran back to the bathroom and put on mascara, ran back to my room and put my phone into my backpack. It was now 8:30 am. 15 minutes. I slipped through the door. My mom wasn't in the kitchen. "Mom?" I said, frantically looking for her. I walked over to the couch slowly, expecting her to be laying there, naked even. I gulped and looked on the couch. She wasn't there. But you know who was? Carl. I really didn't want to, but I needed to know where my mom was, so I shook him a little, trying to wake him up. "C-Carl?" I mumbled as he opened his eyes. I was standing by the couch, leaning over him.
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