Damon's POV

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"Where the hell have you been?!" He slurred.

"Caden's." I said as I tried to walk to my room, but he grabbed my arm.

"You're talking to him, again! I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM HIM?!" He yelled. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, and it told me exactly what was going on. Rum- Mom left. Vodka-Mom spent too much money, and I did something. Beer-I just lost a bunch of money. Weed-I needed to calm down. Whiskey-I'm pissed off at my children. Tequila-There isn't anymore alcohol in the house. I could smell Vodka, Whiskey, and Tequila. Great. I was about to get my ass kicked. He got in my face. "ANSWER ME, BOY!" he yelled.

"What did you do to mom?" I said calmly.

"WHY DO YOU THINK I DID SOMETHING TO YOUR MOTHER?!"

"Because. I can smell the Vodka,"

"SHUT THE HELL UP, AND GO TO YOUR ROOM BEORE I BEAT THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOU!"

"Where is my mom?" I said, once again, calmly.

He spit in my face. "LAST CHANCE!"

"Fine." I stated, and walked up to where she normally hid.

"Mom?" I whispered.

"Just go, Damon! Leave me alone!"

"I love you, mom."

"I love you, too, Damon sweetie, but, please, just go..."

"Okay..."

I walked away. To my room, and found something unexpected.




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