Breathe

Games Arguments and smiles.

Nate, Jordan, and I all played Left for dead. I beat their asses. 72 Head shots, Most damage to the Tank. And the witch. And I'd never even played the game before. Just when my annoying aunt, and her sons came over. I watched. They were there almost every weekend.

"Damn," Said Jordan. "She's good."

I smiled when he pointed at me. I was sitting in the other gamer chair, and Nate was sitting on the floor. Nate looked up at me and grinned. "A little too good!"

I giggled and looked over at my phone. My mom was calling.

I picked it up and answered, "Hello?"

"Rhiannon, where the... Hell are you?" Her words slurred. She was drunk. Great.

"Mom, I'm fine. I'm at Nate's house. Remember earlier?"

"Who the hell is Nate?!" I could imagine her slamming her fist on the kitchen counter.

"Mom, he's a friend. From support group." I told her. The rest would be a lie.

"Come home. Or I'm locking the doors."

"It's only 10 mom."

"It's only 10 mom." She mocked me. I hated it when she got drunk like this.

Here is a list of the drunks.
1. The happy and silly drunk.
2. The stupid and obnoxious drunk.
3. The annoying political drunk.
4. And the you have the, Mean and Disgusting drunk.

My mom falls under 4. . .

"Just lock the doors."

And with that she hung up. I his my face in my hoodie sleeves and started to cry a little.

"Rhiannon? Are you alright?" Jordan asked me. I uncovered my face and took my hand out from under my sleeve. I wiped my slightly running makeup from under my eyes and nodded fast.

"I'm fine." I bit my lip softly trying not to cry more. Nate got up and rubbed my back.

"Hang on," He said. "Mom!"

The basement door opened. "Yeah Nate?" She sounded sweet.

He sprinted to the stairs and walked up them. I could hear them mumbling.

I looked over at Jordan and he shrugged. Nate walked back down the stairs. "You can stay here tonight, I mean if you'd like." He smiled slightly.

"Oh, no. I can't let you do that."

"Please, I really don't want you to be over there all by yourself. With her."

I sighed. "I'm sorry Nate."

Jordan got up. "Um, I'm really sorry to interrupt. But my dad, he's outside and kind of pissed off. So.... I gotta go."

"Bye." Said Nate. Jordan sprinted up the stairs and left.

Nate kneeled down next to me and looked at me. "Please, Rhiannon."

"Are you sure?" I asked him.

"Positive."

I smiled slightly. "Okay."