Didn't I Say So?

Then We Had Tea With The Queen.

A/N

Hey guys. I was gonna update earlier but the stupid server deleted the chapter that was halfway through and now I'm re writing chapter four.I didn't scream or cry but I handled it the mature way; by scoffing a few chocolates to make me feel better for my loss. 😔

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Okey dokey I've been dying to write this chapter because hey! What kind of a teen fic doesn't have a cocky hot guy with pretty brown eyes? Wait make that green, yeah?

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"You what?!"

"I lost my job,Cassy", my mother stated as if it didn't bother her.

"How?"

"When?"

"Why?"

"Where?"

The questions rolled out of my mouth like The Niagra Falls.

"Well..." My mother was stalling again and let me tell you that she isn't very good at it." I showed up a few minutes late to work and got frustrated at a client because I was slightly tipsy". She whispered the last part.

I honestly couldn't take all the surprises she was throwing at me one after the other. She, being one of the very few punctual Andersons' in history, arrived late to work. Next; she loses her temper to a client. The same people my mother considered as gods gift. She has always been the calm and collected type of person. You know those weirdos that practise yoga and sit in one position for hours? Yeah my mother could put them to shame.

Then she gets drunk and uses words like tipsy.

What kind of a forty year old working woman says tipsy? Okay maybe she isn't working anymore but still... Tipsy? No girl my age should hear her mother say those kind of words let alone do them. Not cool. She could have used the phrase 'Overdose of alcohol' but nooooo... She just had to scar me.

Whoa whoa whoa !!! Hold up. Since when does mum drink???

"Mum. When did you start drinking?" I voiced out my thoughts trying my best to sound composed which I wasn't by the way. In fact; I was the total opposite. Inside ofcourse. Outside I'm all like 'I got this shit handled' but inside my intestines were blowing up with worry.

"Well..."she started and I prepared myself for the worst. "I was just missing you so much and so many things were happening then I thought of buying some of the cheap beer from down the lane and it actually tasted good!" She was speaking so fast that it took me a while to process what she just said.

"You should try some when you come over,Cassy!", she squealed again.

Okay what?! The same woman that gave me an hour long lecture on Say No To Drugs on my sixteenth birthday was actually encouraging me to go ahead and I quote 'get tipsy'.

"Mum are you drunk right now?", I sighed.

Please say no. Please say no.

"Nope", she replied popping the p.

She popped her p's! I repeat. She popped her p's.

She's definitely drunk.

"Where's Dad?" Maybe my dad could help. He could be very realistic and logical when it comes to matters that are out of hand.