"Hey, It's Hannah"
I'm bored of Netflix. Everythings so perfect or emotional. Completely off from real life. Garen went to bed an hour ago and Riley's doing some homework opposite me on the table. She keeps looking up at me strange.. Somethings uneasy in her glare toward me. I'm getting lost in thought. Again.
"Mom?" Riley puts her pencil down.
"Y-Yeah?"
"Why do you keep getting hurt. No one's moms i know are anywhere near as.. uhm.... bruised as you. People are judging mom." She hisses through the words at me.
" Then don't speak of it...- and stay out of conversations." I pause. "About parents-"
"And no one's parents seem to drink half as much as dad does every day." She seems annoyed that i'm hiding something.
That was basically the conversation, Garen needed me is what i last told her. I'm now sat upstairs in Garens room while he's asleep. Zenix has been at the bar for hours now, i'm worried but i'm just going to go sleep on it. (It's 7:46pm) Early night, oh well.
-Lara
