𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚢 𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝙳𝚘𝚘𝚛

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"Imani!"

For the 3rd time today, she yelled from downstairs.

I guess her last bottle didn't cure her of her recurring fixation that she desperately attached her life too.

It was the only thing keeping her going apparently. I rolled my eyes and put my lip gloss down.

It would piss her off, but I took my sugary sweet time to get to her. All she wanted was for me to go get her another bottle.

I wasn't even 18 yet, but the man at the liquor store didn't seem to care about that-- or care about his business license.

When I got downstairs, I saw that she was still in the same spot sprawled all over the couch, her last bottle empty in her brown thin hands.

My father's picture placed in front of her. His smiling face just watching his wife wither away.

I hated it. It made me sick that she could allow him to watch her be so pitiful.

She allowed it when he was alive too. No matter how hard he fought for her. For them, she just sat that and did nothing.

She just wanted someone to feel bad for her ,and unlucky enough for her, I stopped that along time ago.

Stomping over to her, I plucked the picture from the coffee table, and put it back on top of the fire place.

A place where he belonged. A place he could still watch over the both of us.

Despite how I felt for my mother, I knew my dad loved her. He lover her more than he loved himself, and the result of that made me hate her.

I placed a chaste kiss on the glass that protected my father's picture, before turning to my mother.

Snatching the bottle from her, I dump it into the trash.

"Take this," She handed me 20 bucks before continuing. "And get me a bottle of rum."

The sickening smell of too much alcohol coming from her caused me to scrunch my nose up in disgust.

"You need a shower."

"And you need to do what I asked of you." She shot back.

Stuffing the money into my shorts, I made my way towards the door.

'I don't even know why I try with her.'

Looking back towards the couch she laid on, I noticed she had passed out, or was just about to.

I decided to take this chance and use it to take a break from her and this house.

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Shades of orange and pink adorned the sky as the evening called for it's turn of the day.

My slightly drunken haze started to kick in with every sip that I took.

I know I said I didn't drink, but whoops-