she went home anyway.
her mother was sprawled across
the couch, a bottle of beer in her
hand. everything about her screamed mess.
virginia didn't bother to check
whether she was alive or not.
she didn't know how much time
she had before her mom would
wake up, but she was dreading
it, as always.
her mother had even hurt her
sometimes when she had drank far
too much.
it was probably one of those days.
