Too Many Things

Chapter One

''Mornin' Mum,'' I mumble groggily. I stumble into the kitchen and rub my head,  my black fox tail swaying behind me. ''Ugh, fuck. I drank too much last night.''  My Mum shakes her head sadly and throws two lots of bacon into the frying pan. ''Oh, Honey,'' She says. She doesn't even give me a fucking nice hello or good morning. ''When you first start drinking you don't go overboard. You start nice and easy with a glass or two. You don't drink three whole slabs of Jim Beam!'' She was shouting now. Such a nice wake up call. But it was true - I slightly remember passing out and Jim Beam cans scattered all over the floor. Too many for a couple of hours, that's  for sure. ''Mum, give me a break, alright? I'm 16 now. I was just having fun-'' ''Honey, you had a huge fucking party. You even had a STRIPPER! What, to please your sleazy friends? It's bad enough you organize a party with a DJ and  stripper and waste money you stole from us on shit, but then you don't even tell us and on the day it's too late to cancel! I'm oh so disappointed in you, Quartz Row. You're a disgrace to our fucking family!'' ''Mu-'' ''And don't you give me all that fucking bullshit about 'oh, it's just the age' 'oh, I'll grow out of it' 'hey Grandma, ever heard of teens becoming rebellious?' No, young lady, I won't stand for that blabber!'' Mum checked on the bacon a few times and all was silent. This was my chance to explain. But definitely not apologise. Who the hell does she think I am? ''Mum, listen. I'm bloody 16 right now. I can drive, I have my own fucking car, alright? Don't I deserve a bit of freedom? And listen here for a moment. Isn't our whole fucking family screwed up anyway? It isn't a surprise, really, is it?'' Mum's eyes were watering, and I don't think it was just from the onion she was chopping up. ''Honey..'' She took a deep breath and I knew I was in for some deep shit. ''I don't know what to say. You're correct, of course. I'm sorry that your father and I hid it from you so long..'' ''That's too fucking cheesy, Mum.'' ''Sorry, but it's true. How about I, um, get our family photo album for you? And, um.. I have a printout of our family tree.'' Mum left the frying pan but then quickly returned with a thick book and a large laminated piece of paper. She then placed them on the table where I was now sitting and blew some dust off the cover of the big book. ''Now,'' She said, walking over to the frying pan again. ''I advise you read it carefully.  There's some pretty freaky shit in there.''