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
Fanfictionit's the summer of 1985. everything is like it always have been. you know, everyone rides around in their bikes, they sneak into the movies, sleep in mikes basement, usually till 1pm.. but. it all changed one day, when a random girl moved in next do...
