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Friday 7:47 p.m
Ronny's POV
I got home a couple hours ago to an empty house.
(Flashback to a couple hours ago)
I opened the door to my house, still excited from earlier.
   I didn't see the car in the driveway, but it could've been in the garage.
"Mom?" I yelled.
No answer.
"Mom? Are you here?"
Still no answer.
Where the fuck is she?
I dropped my bag on the floor and made my way to the garage door.
I opened up the door to see the car missing.
  My mood from earlier was quickly replaced by something else, and the worst part is; it wasn't confusion. This happened all the time.
  It was annoyance because this happened all the time.
I wonder what she's doing now. I thought.
Probably at a bar drinking her pain away and trying to seduce men.
   I sighed and went to the kitchen to get food.
  I opened up the fridge to see nothing.
I sighed once again. I walked out of the kitchen and went up the stairs to my room.
(flashback over)
I was dressed in my clothes for the party waiting for my mom to come home so I could tell her I was going out.
   I don't know when she's coming home or when she left, but I do know that she's going to come home drunk.
   I heard the front door open and slam shut so I turned off my laptop and went downstairs.
   I was hesitant to go because whenever she comes home like this we get in an argument and I don't want her to ruin my night.
   It wasn't always like this though, we were actually happy until he left. Now mom's an alcoholic and only cares about herself.
    It's as if she thinks she was the only one affected by him leaving.
    Knowing her it wouldn't surprise me if she thought this.
"Hey mom" I said with fake enthusiasm practically dripping off my voice.
"Oh, hey Ronny" she slurred her words as she stumbled to where I was.
Definitely drunk.
    I rolled my eyes at her, but she didn't seem to notice.
"So mom, what were you doing?"
    I crossed my arms across my chest and stared at her.
"Oh, nothing important"
    She waved her hand at me dismissively , but I wouldn't let it go.
    She needed to sort her life out.
"Last time I checked being a day drinker and forgetting about your son was important"                             She flinched back as if someone had punched her in the jaw, but quickly recomposed herself. She narrowed her eyes at me.
"Be quiet Ronny, you don't know how hard it's been for me"
I laughed a cold laugh.
"Are you really that self-centered to believe this only affected you? Do you think my life's been all sunshine and rainbows? He left us, not just you, but honestly, it feels like I lost you both."
"And what the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"You know damn well what it means. You're never home and act as if I don't exist" "Well I'm sorry that I have to work more to keep us alive"
"And since when has drinking until you physically can't been a job?"
    I stared her in the eyes showing her I wasn't scared. Honestly, I was just done with all her shit.
"Just shut up Ronny and go to your room"
  I was furious that she was going to drop the subject like that.
  I ran up the stairs and burst into my room. I fell face first into my pillow and screamed.
  After ten minutes I had calmed down a bit. I got up and grabbed my keys.
I just need to get out of the house and away from mom.
   I remembered that I had a party to go to and my mood brightened a little bit.
I headed down stairs and was at the front door when mom spoke.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Without turning around I said,
"Out" and walked out the door, slamming it shut behind me.
What did I do to deserve a life like this?