Broken promises

Broken bottles

A/N:

hey guys thanks so much for everyone's support it means so much to me. Anyways here's the next chapter I hope u enjoy

lots of love alex

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Chapter 3:

I was walking home and it was surprisingly cold out for spring. The cool wind tickled my neck and it was at times like this that I wish I could be back in Madison's arms on the floor of the girls bathroom.

I was halfway home when I approached a small park, and being me I just couldn't resist the urge to go play in it. I blame it on the swings they were just begging me to go sit on them-Riley Riley come sit on me they whispered.

Parks had always been my thing and I would always find myself loosing track of time while I was there. I don't know if its the nostalgia that is linked with this place or if it was just because I loved how swinging on a old swing set just seemed to make time stop but whether one or the other or a combination it just made me feel happy and care free again.

Parks did something that nothing else could, they brought me back to a much happier and simpler time, and this was something I really needed right now when everything in my life just seemed so complicated and screwed up.

I plugged in my iPod and just let my head fall back as i looked up at the sun, i felt as though i was flying and soaring way above all of my problems and for this short time my free spirit that i had thought i had lost returned to me.

I looked down at my watch it read 5:30, what! I had been at this park for over two hours even though it felt like 2 minutes, I wasn't kidding when I said that swinging makes time stop. I jumped of the swing and made my way home where a worried mom would undoubtedly be waiting. But as I entered my house the smell of alcohol hit me and instead of being met by a worried and concerned mother a drunken and furious one was who I saw.

When my eyes took in the scene fear quickly followed. When people get drunk they usually change into a different person, some become better and more loose while others become angry and vengeful, sadly my mother was the latter.

"Where the fuck have you been Riley" my mother slurred

"Mom, you've been drinking haven't you? You promised you wouldn't do that anymore...why?" I uttered my fear clearly audible.

I don't know why I asked the last part because I knew why she had been drinking, it's the same story every time, it's a vicious cycle. My mom and dad fight, my mom gets drunk which gives my dad another reason to hate her and they fight again and then she drinks again. When I was younger this happened every week that was until by dad realized he could use my mothers alcoholism against her and gain custody of me, the thought of loosing me snapped her out of her ways and she sobered up, she even began attending AA. The thought that she had changer her ways for me made feel more then happy it made me feel wanted and as though I had a purpose. It had been over two years since the last incident so the fight must have been bad and the backlash I would receive would only be worse.

"Don't judge me you little bitch, you have no right to judge me. I raised you , you ungrateful little brat. You don't even have the courtesy to let me know you will be home late, i came home early from work to surprise you and you aren't even here. What were you even doing you little whore" she spat her speech only getting worse with every word

"I-I wasn't doing anything mom, please calm down I was just at the park. I didn't mean to be late I appreciate that you tried to surprise me" I managed to stutter out

"Oh please you are just an ungrateful bitch and your turning more and more into your rather every day...no wonder I hate you. Your just a good for nothing piece of shit...and guess what I don't believe that you were just 'hanging' out at the park, no normal teenager hangs out at the park alone. You probably had your tongue shoved halfway down some strangers throat you whore"

I just stood their completely lost for words and dumbfounded

"Get the fuck out of my house now you bitch" this was the last thing I heard before I saw a empty vodka bottle hurtling its way towards my head.

For the second time today I found myself running to a place of solitude and peace somewhere I could sulk and reminisce alone. Without even consciously choosing a spot I ended up at the park, sometimes my legs knew me better then my brain did. As I walked across the soft mulch and grazed my hand across the cold silver poles of the play structure I couldn't help but instantly feel better because all this place brought was happy memories, memories I wish I could just live in.

But as usual the park made me reminisce and look back and even though i knew I shouldn't I couldn't help but think about how and when everything took a turn for the worse and when this whole downward spiral started. It all happened the night of the ABDC finale that's when my living hell began.

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A/n: what do u think happened at the finale (oh the suspense) ? Also let me know who u want to play Riley comment your ideas and don't forget to heart and comment