I come home from soccer practice to find a strange man on the couch. He seems asleep but I wasn't sure. I quietly walk past him to find my mom half naked on the chair. I cover her up with the blanket on the floor. I see empty bottles of liquor. 'My mom doesn't drink that much.' I think to myself. I walk into my room and grab some pjs and go take a shower. I walk out if the bathroom when I'm done and into my bedroom. There I find my mother sitting on my bed with a sad look on her face.
"Mom?" I say and she turns to face me quickly.
"Where have you been Claire?" She asked with concern in her voice.
"Well I came home and took a shower." I answer her.
"And you didn't bother to wake me?!"
"You needed the rest." I explained to her.
"Well I was worried." She said.
"Sorry." I whisper. There's something off about my mom. She knows what I do when I get home after soccer. It's not like her to worry. Just then the man who I found passed out on our couch comes in and sits next to my mom and, it looks like he's trying to comfort her. He then whispers something in her ear and she smiles and they get off my bed and walk past me into my moms room. I get a bad feeling and then hear her giggle.
Ever since my dad died she was always a little crushed but she wouldn't go sleeping around with other guys. She loved him and wouldn't do something like that.
I brush it off and get in bed and close my eyes hoping sleep will bring me out of reality. After a while I go into a dream.
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Broken?
Teen FictionClaire was a normal average teenage girl until that night when her mom brought home a mysterious man and she started drinking. Claire wasn't the same after.