Plot twist, Maybe!

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Skylar POV

I laughed as Riley smacked his head on the desk. The webcomic was really becoming a comedy I thought to myself, as i finished the update. I yawned, rolling over I checked the time on my alarm clock.

"Damn it's 11:00 already. Where's mom" I thought to myself?

Its was in that moment I heard the bang of the door being slammed, I jumped in surprise. Then I realized what was wrong.

Mom was drunk again.

"Honey, I thought I told you to make dinner" Mom yelled at me from downstairs.

"No you didn't Mom, you didn't even tell me you'd be out"

"Don't talk back to me Skylar, I don't want to hear your lying ass shit. Just like your daddy's" she hissed in disgust. 

I flinched at the comment, being compared to him never made me happy.

"Well, what are you waiting for dammit, get your but down here and cook" Mom yelled

"Yes mom, I'm coming"

"Good, Good" Mom babbled under her breath.

 I hesitated when i saw her. She looked really rough, her dark black hair was curled and falling out of a messy bun. Her eye bags were really purple, and her skin was pale. 

"Are you ok mom?" i asked

She gave me a tired and annoyed look "Just make dinner Skylar"

I nodded and opened the cabinets. 

"What do you want?"

"I don't care" she replied.

I sighed, grabbing the Macronni 

"Mom how about you go watch TV, I'll be done in a minute"

"Ah yeah, that sounds good" she replied mindlessly.

My mom has been doing this for awhile, ever since my dad left us. I was only 7 at the time. I don't remember him much, and i don't care to. He was a jackass.

Mom wasn't happy, and she started getting drunk often, working late and ignoring me. 

I can't remember the last decent conversation we had.

At least she doesn't abuse me physically like some unstable parents. Although I've taken some hits mentally.

"Mom! Dinners ready"

"Mom!"

I walked over to the door to see her passed out on the couch, I sighed.

"I'll just leave this here for you" I whispered, laying the bowl down on the table.

I headed upstairs to my room. I changed into night clothes and set the alarm. I looked at the time.

"Shit, I'm going to be tired tomorrow" i yawned.

I took my glasses off and laid them on my nightstand, clicking the lamp off, my room was decended itto darkness.

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