Sweet Nothing • (book one) jb

two

I always hated the fact my mother still talked to Pattie.

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I walked down the road, the pitch black sky swallowing me whole as I felt like a feather. I stepped into the view of the yellow house on the corner, the pebbled path in view as the porch light shined down. It was then that I knew a lecture was coming my way, something I've always known, but right now I didn't care. I didn't cacre that my mother was obviously awake waiting for me to come home. She probably was sitting in her room, sipping on some tea waiting for the moment she heard the front door creek open. I didn't care, however, I was craving some fruit punch and chocolate. I hope we had some.

I slowly walked down the pebbled path, following the light that led to my house. I walked into my house kind of tripping on my own feet as I stumbled through the door. I shut the door as quietly as I could and walked into the kitchen, trying my best to avoid a confrontation. I didn't want to turn the light on in hopes of staying hidden from my mother. Instead I opened the fridge, letting the little light inside illuminate the room as I started rummaging through it to see if we had some fruit punch. I knew we had to have some because it was my favorite drink and my mom always bought it for me. Shocker I know.

Finally seeing the red juice in the very back of the fridge, I pulled it out and took off the blue cap, bringing it right up to my mouth and taking long gulps. God, I was so thirsty. I had a bad case of cotton mouth.

I was downing the juice becoming satisfied with the feeling of it running down my throat. My cotton mouth was finally going to be demolished I thought to myself when the lights were suddenly turned. The fridge door was slammed shut, causing me to jump back and the juice jug almost fell from my hands. I tunred my head to see what was happening, the juice jug still connected to my lips, and all I saw was my very pissed looking mother staring me down in her pink robe.

"Didn't I teach you not to drink out of the jug?" She asked me, placing her hands on her hips.

I looked at her for a moment trying to process her words, but once I realized I wasn't really paying attention to anything she had to say, or wanted too, I turned my gaze away from her and kept drinking my juice. Before I knew it, all the great juice had disappeared. I had downed a whole gallon of juice. I was proud.

I took the jug away from my lips and crushed it in my hands and threw it in the trash bag. I turned around and went over to the cupboard looking for some chocolate. I knew we most likely didn't have any, but it was worth looking for.

My mother was still standing there just eyeing me down.

"Alex, I'm trying to talk to you!" She said, but again I didn't really care. It went in one ear and out the other like my teachers school lessons.

I was still looking through the cabinets, starting to get mad at myself for not finding any chocolate. But that instantly faded away when I thought of something that was on the TV last night, and I started to lightly giggle to myself. I turned around and started to hum along to a song that just randomly popped into my head and made my way over to the cupboard. When I opened it I went to grab the cereal, considering I didn't have any chocolate, when my mother grabbed my shoulders forcing me to turn toward her.

She looked highly pissed at me this time. She was examining my face for a few seconds while I zoned out. I could feel her eyes land on mine at the same time I started to fade away from my surroundings. I knew my eyes were probably locked with hers, but it didn't feel like it to me. That was until she screamed right in my face.

"Have you been smoking? Are you seriously high in front of me? How many times have I told you to stop doing this, Alex. You're hurting yourself." She said.