MAXS POV:
i come home, and the whole house reeks of alcohol.
God. i just want this to end already.
„mom?", i whisper softly as i walk into the living room, where i see my mom passed out on the floor, an empty bottle gripped in her hand.
„mom.", i walk up to her and kneel down next to her.
„mom, can you hear me? wake up-„
„just- just a few more minutes, max.", she mumbles with a groan, her breath reeking of alcohol.
„mom, just get up on the couch, alright?"
she groans quietly but i somehow manage to help her into the couch, which she drowns in, and continues to be unconscious.
i stare at her silently as tears fill my eyes, and i sniff quietly before whispering,
„i just want to be happy. i want us to be happy."
i wipe my eye and i take a deep breath before opening up the window, letting some fresh air in before walking to the kitchen and grabbing a piece of paper and a marker. and i write down,
„i'll be back home soon.
— max."
i leave it on the table and i walk out the house, and grab my skateboard,
and just run infront of me.
i get that grief comes in many ways,
but taking care of your kid should be
your number 1 priority.
the care is just.. slipping away.
care is slipping away.
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𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐱 :: The Next Door Neighbors
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