Four: 16 days
2 weeks later
It's Thursday, 4 weeks before my birthday.
Almost 2 weeks before Marie's death date.
Last Monday, my mom finally got me to go out with her and her boyfriend, Ricky.
He's weird.
Really.
He looks like a drug addict that hasn't showered in two years, he smells as if he smoked one thousand cigarettes a day, and he was rude.
Younger than my mom.
Fourteen years.
My mom is 46 years old, he's 32 years old.
I am only sixteen years younger than Ricky.
That is....kind of strange.
But, Ricky liked my mom, he really did.
And she likes him, the way she looks at him and smiles, and they even kissed in front of me.
My mom's love life is more interesting (and disgusting) as mine.
Which could be because I don't even have a love life.
I guess Ricky just didn't like me.
When my mom came home Wednesday night, around midnight, she was loud and drunk, and she screamed at me.
That Ricky told her how rude & dumb I was, and that she never saw, but now, now she did.
I kept silent.
The next morning, she apologized.
He gave me something, she said.
Drugs, she said.
Nice, huh?
My mom's boyfriend is a drug addict, and he appeared to put drugs into my mom's drink.
But she allowed him to do it.
Only for a little fun,baby,he said.
How can my mom be that dumb?
She went to his apartment, to break up with him.
Only twenty minutes later, she came back, sobbing.
"There was another woman, she opened the door.",my mother told me.
"Mom, it's okay. You wanted to break up anyway.",I mentioned.
"Did I?",she whispered.
And that was when I knew it was time to go.
Two weeks, I said to myself.
Two weeks till I'll go.
It's Thursday now, I'm in school.
My mom is in the hospital.
She couldn't stand that Ricky had other women while being with her.
I found her.
When I came back from school, I searched her, and she was in her bed, throwing up.
Calling the ambulance, I asked her what happened.
"I didn't meant to leave you.",she sobbed, puking all over her bed.
I just shook my head.
She just wanted to escape for a while, huh?
I mean this can't be my life, seriously.
YOU ARE READING
Let her go
Teen FictionCan't you see I'm lying? Can't you see I'm crying? Can't you see I'm dying? Ask me if I am okay...I'll say I'm fine. But when I fall, then you'll see: I was lying, I was crying. I was dying.