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Luna's POV

after i've solved the drunk dilemma i went home. They wanted me to stay and hang out but i knew i was going to be a 5th wheel. They did make me think about when i was going to date...

Naahhhh.

once i got home i got a bad vibe. someone was here.as i was about to look around i hear yelling. well, i know who it is now. it was my mom.

"What?! You've been wasting the last few years of your life with alcohol. why are you so useless!" Yup. Definitely my mother's voice.

i really considered going back to Sabrina's house, but i decided against it. i went to my brother's room, because where else would they be.

"And where is your useless slut of a sister." my hand was on the doorknob. i wanted to crush her. She was the one who was never home. She was the one who was always in another country doing Gods know what. She was the one who was never there for us even when dad left.

i opened the door and i saw my brother curled up on his bed... crying. i never saw him cry since the twins left. my mother was standing right there, her hand was clenched into a fist and she looked like she was about to breathe fire.

even though me and my brother hated out mother for leaving us, we still loved her. there is a thin line between love and hate, and both of us had one foot on each side. yes, we hated her. But we still loved her enough to not even lay a hand on her. when my mother finally looked at me, i realised i had been staring and i just bolted to my brother's side.

"Finally you're back. go make me lunch you ugly bitch. i expect it to be done in an hour."

all i did was nod as she left the room. when Tommy finally looked at me i saw bruises on his cheekbones. it hurts me that she would do something like this to her own son. And i knew that history was going to repeat itself once again.

Whenever she would come home, which was not very often, she would yell at us and she would be drunk. she used to only throw words at us when the twins were still around. but now that they were gone, she threw punches as well. she would be a she-hulk one minute, the next she'd be weeping over the deaths of the twins and her husband. we were surprised how she still had a job.

when someone is crying or just upset. all you have to do is to listen to what they have to say. and ,if you're close, give them a hug. just hold them until they feel better. no words needed, that was what i did.

i really didn't want to deal with a decent meal so i just cooked ramen noodles for her. after it was done, i called for her.

"What the hell is this. I just came back from a business trip for this." even though she said those things she still sat down and ate.. But she did continue complaining, " i work so hard to give both of you a roof over your heads and this is what i get as thanks? some crappy noodles?" thankfully, after that she went back to eating. and finally fell asleep on the couch.

Tommy and i went back to his room to think about what we were gong to do next. when my mother comes home she usually stays for at least two days. i know, great right.

we decided to have at least one of us at home at all times, because we knew if we both weren't home we'd get twice the punishment. we decided that he was going to be awake and at home in the day i would be home at night.

i know you think i got the better half of the stick, but i assure you i didn't. in the mornings my mom would have just gotten home from, wherever she was and would be drunk and angry. then she would pass out until well past 9pm. she would wake up with a hangover and would be angry, after she gets better she would go out again. and she never tells us when she would be leaving. one of us would just come home to find her and her things gone.

but for now all i knew was that she was passed out, which meant we had peace until she woke up again.

"Tomz, what happened." i asked as i was treating his injuries. oh you thought he only had a bruise, nope.

"i was sleeping and she burst through the door, yelling, with a bottle of vodka in her hand." he winced as i treated his cut. "then she threw the empty bottle at my and punched my face."at this point he was tearing up again. i told him to continue.

"i just don't get it. i hate her but i still couldn't stand up to her. why?"

"because she is still our mother. we are her flesh and blood. we ay hate her, but we will never downright despise her." after what i said we just sat in silence as i patched up his cuts. it was still early so Tommy went to sleep. I had nothing better to do so i did my homework.

just as i was about to finish about 2 hours after i started,

"what the-OOOWWW"

she woke up. i was going to have to deal with her alone this time.

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woahhh. dark shyt. i changed some stuff. noe their mom is not dead. yey

~mainey