"Mum I'm home" I say enough for it to echo through the house.
"In the kitchen darling" she shouts.
Whys she being nice when she's been a bitch constantly, I walk into the kitchen and I find out.... she's drunk.
"I'm guessing I'm making dinner" I mumbled.
"Oh would you please I'm sorry I didn't I just thought I'd have one glass then I couldn't stop." she tried to explain but most of it was a slur.
"Course you did." I mumbled back.
I got the pasta and the cheese sauce out of the cupboard and put the cooker on.
Boiled the pasta and put the radio on.
"TURN THAT SHIT DOWN." she yells.
"Nah I'm good." I sarcastically speak back.
The pastas soft and I start the cheese sauce off, wait till it's thickened and mixed together.
"There you go." I slam the plate down infront of my mum.
"Awww thank you sweetie your such a good girl." she hugged me I could smell the alcohol on her breath.
"Well I'm eating in my room bye." I walk up to my room and eat.
I text El
Mums drunk again and I can't be bothered with her shit.
She texted back almost instantly
I'm sorry :(
It's not El's fault.
I hear something smash downstairs. I lock my bedroom door and change into my pyjamas.
And head off to sleep.
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THE THERAPIST {Ashton Irwin}
Fanfiction@biranmaayan made the cover. Disturbed girl falls for her therapist. After she's hospitalised does he feel the same?
