" Come on Alex, we're late for class." My bestfriend Kim Thomas attempts to drag me into our Biology class. " Shii---t I left my homework at home Mr.Davis is going to kill me, I need these credits." I pull myself away from Kim and begin running down MidSide High school hallway. " I'll be back in five, just going to grab my homework." My house is only 2 blocks away from school, my mom and I live in a lower class 1 bedroom apartment. I'd say two, since my mom comes home late every night from partying, I turned our walk in closet into my own. It's about the size of our bathroom, fairly small but I'd rather deal with a small walk-in closet then share room's with my mother, who happens to bring home a different boyfriend every night.
I run up the stairs, we live on the 3rd floor so it was quite an exercise. I finally reached our apartment, room 202. I reached in my pocket to grab my keys, to unlock the door. "Crap!!!" I left my keys in my locker. I begin banging on the door. Mom should be home after all, she partied all night yesterday I'm sure she had a hangover, I spent the night at Kim's to avoid dealing with her waking me up out of sleep at midnight ,drunk and making out with her new boyfriend. " Mom!!. Open up, its me Alex." " Mom? Come on. I know your in there. I need my homework." Ugh, Shes probably to drunk to get up in open the door. I run to the 2nd level and knock on Bob Johnson door. He's the owner of the apartment building and has keys to every room in the building. " What, Alex?" he says annoyingly, managing to open the door only wide enough that I can only see his eyes. This is the 8th time this year I've knocked on his door for the keys, I'm sure hes sick of it. " I need the keys Bob." I say. " For what, please tell me it doesn't anything to do with your mother, Amanda?!" He screams back. " I need to get my homework, my Mom isn't answering the door." I say trying to not make eye contact, so he can somehow feel sorry for me. "Your drunken mother really needs to get her life together." he says while opening his door and handing me the keys. " Alex. I'm serious. I saw a few drug dealers going up there earlier, I'm sure they were visiting your mother. Promise me your gonna watch after her. I'm worried about her." He puts his hands on my shoulder. I nod in understand meant. "Make sure you bring those keys back!" He says then slams his apartment door.
I run back to the 3rd floor, Mr.Johnson is always lecturing me about my mother. It's not my responsibility to take care of her. All she cares about is beer, men and drugs. God knows what my mother was doing with those drug dealers. I turned 17 last month she didn't even have the decency to buy me a gift. I doubt she even remembered. Ever since my father died, shes turned to the wrong things to make her happy. I'm tired of taking care of her, maybe for once, she will be responsible and act like the grown 33 year old women she is. My mother is fairly attractive, her dreamy green eyes, flawless cheekbones and blond wavy shoulder length hair. That's why men fall for her so easily. Need I mention her perfect hour glass figure. She's pretty darn beautiful.
I unlock the apartment door to find an unpleasing smell. I lay the keys on the shelf aside from the door, I look down to see my mother's shoes and purse laying on the floor. Yup shes home. " Ew mom! What the hell is the smell in here? It smells like a dead bird." I look around to find the apartment completely trashed, beer bottles everywhere, cigarettes, weed and marijuana laying around. Complete disgusted. Well, she partied pretty hard last night. I look to the left corner of the living room and find a present wrapped up with my name on it, it was a pretty big box, she finally got me a birthday present. She remembered. A smirk crossed my face. I walk towards my mother's room, jumping over loads of trash and trying to not let that get in the way of me thanking my mother for the gift. " Hey mom, that was nice, to by me a gift and all ..I-I-I-I"
" I-I-I..MOM!!" I find my mother laying across her bed, with red lingerie on. There is blood everywhere, on the walls, sheets and even the door knob. I see a bloody knife laying on the dresser. I barely can catch my breathe. I feel myself about to throw up, I grab the trash can aside from the dresser and begin throwing up. I quickly wipe the access throw up off my mouth and rush over to my mother's side.
"M-m-mom.! " I begin shaking her. Tears running rapidly down my cheeks. " Nooo. Please. No!!." She's laying there, dead. No signs of cautiousness. I cry. I scream. My mother, the only person that I have left. They killed her. Shes gone.
Forever.
They will pay for what they have done.
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Updating tomorrow. Hopefully you guys enjoy Chapter 1.
