𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔| Robby Keene [COMPLETED UNTIL SEASON 6 PART 3]

Chapter Twenty-Five.

chapter twenty-five:
❛ the prize ❜

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tw: self harm and mentions of drugs

the reason i always say "please don't be a ghost reader" it helps me stay motivated because that means people are reading my stuff. and unlike other people, they have so many views on their books and i love to write and it just helps me stay motivated. and i know i unpublish and republish my chapters and i get thats really annoying but its annoying when i see views go up but low on votes. STOP BEING A GHOST READER!!

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Alessia's heart was heavy as she walked through the quiet neighborhood. The early morning air was crisp, the sun barely rising over the horizon, casting a soft golden glow across the streets. She had woken up early, a quiet resolve building in her chest. It had been a while since she had seen her mom, Zoe, and the thought of it gnawed at her. Her mom had been sober for a while after years of struggle, but it had been hard, so hard for Alessia to stay away. But after everything that had happened with school, her friends, and the mess of emotions she could barely hold together, she thought seeing her mom again might give her some sort of clarity.

She reached the familiar front door and hesitated for a moment, her hand hovering over the handle. Memories of her childhood came flooding back, of days spent in this house, of times when things had felt normal before everything had fallen apart. With a deep breath, Alessia pushed the door open.

The smell hit her first. It wasn't the comforting scent of home she remembered-fresh laundry, the smell of her mom's perfume-but something stale. Something wrong. The house was unnaturally quiet, the kind of silence that made everything feel heavier. She called out softly, her voice barely a whisper, "Mom?"

No response.

Alessia stepped further inside, glancing around. The house felt off, like it was still asleep even though it was morning. As she walked through the living room, she saw her mom lying on the couch, sprawled out in a way that made Alessia's stomach twist. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw the empty bottle of liquor on the coffee table and her mom's disheveled state.

Zoe was passed out cold, her hair tangled and her face flushed. Her clothes were wrinkled and dirty, a telltale sign of how far she had fallen. The bottle of vodka beside her was half-empty, the lid haphazardly tossed to the side. Alessia's stomach flipped, and she gasped, the shock and the overwhelming anger flooding her chest all at once.

"Oh my God, Mom..." Alessia whispered under her breath, her heart pounding in her ears. She clenched her fists by her sides, fighting back the tears that were threatening to spill.