Call Me When You're Sober

Part 1

"Alright baby, this is the last one. Finish this and you're free to go."

"Ugh!" My daughter whined grabbing her pencil. "This is boring." She muttered and started writing her name at the top of her homework.

I chuckled and got up from my seat at the table. "I know, I know. You have to do it though. This is the last one, you'll be fine."

"But momma, you don't understand." She huffed.

"Oh, but I do." I smiled and walked over to the sink, starting to do the dishes. "I was a kid once to Haley. Don't forget that."

Haley laughed a little and continued to do her homework. "Yeah, I remember. You tell me this all the time."

"Just want you not to forget that I wasn't always old." I smiled and placed a plate in the dishwasher.

"40's not that old." She smirked. Her smirk looked just like her mother's, Jade. It was incredible the resemblance.

Haley is 8 years old. Jade gave birth to her. We also have a 5 year old named Wesley. I was the one to give birth to him.

"I am not 40 young lady!" I gasped and then walked over to her, grabbing her sides and then tickling her. Haley busted out laughing, making me laugh as well. "I am 30 years old! Don't you dare start adding years to my age, you hear me?"

"Mom-momma stop!" She said in between laughs.

I finally stopped and then leaned down kissing her head. "Fine." I smiled and went back to the dishes.

"Mommy, can you turn on a movie for me?" I heard from the stairs that lead into the kitchen. I looked up to see Wesley and then heard a door slam from the living room.

I starred at the closed door leading to the living room and my heart sank hearing footsteps. I knew who it was, and that made me happy somewhat, but I also knew what was about to happen.

I quickly looked back up at Wesley and dried my hands on a towel. "Yes baby boy, I'll be right there. Go up to your room, okay? Don't come down, I'll be there in a minute." I told him sweetly then looked to Haley. "Haley baby, go up with your brother. Momma will be up to say goodnight. Help him get ready for bed."

Haley looked to me a frowned. "I'm not done with my homework." She said getting up.

"I know. We'll finish it before school tomorrow. Just go up, please."

"Is that mom?" She asked started to go upstairs.

"Yes honey. Go." I rushed her and then tucked my hair behind my ears before going into the living room.

Just as I expected, my wife was there struggling to kick off her shoes. I sighed and walked over, placing my hand on her back. "Jade, come sit down babe. I'll help you."

Jade turned her head towards me and glared. "Tori, I don't need your help to- to take off my fucking shoes!"

I bite my lip and then crossed my arms. "Okay, I'm sorry." I could smell the alcohol on her from here. It smelt awful.

This has became a habit for Jade. It happened about two years ago. She'd go to work, she was a receptionist for an auto repair company, then after she'd either stop at a bar or come home with a 24 case of beer. Sometimes even wine, just whatever she's feeling. Jade is an alcoholic. She'd get plastered and come home, then we'd fight. Or when she's home she'd get shit-faced in front of our kids. This normally starts the fight.

It wasn't always like this. We were in love.. once. We realized this when we went to Hollywood Arts, we got in public relationship after 6 months of secrecy. Then got married in our early twenties. It got boring after awhile and then got just what we needed, a kid. It was amazing. Jade and I were very much in love and adored Haley. It was painful watching her grow so then we ended up with Wesley. Now Wesley, Jade fell head over hills for. I don't know what it was, but she spent so much time with him. It was a dream come true. Our own family of West's.