Three: Happy Birthday
Today is Saturday, meaning Maddie, Lexi, Logan and Ella are coming over for the night to celebrate my birthday which occurs tomorrow.
Mum and dad promised not to drink tonight or tomorrow as we're planning on spending a nice family day once all my friends leave in the morning.
As sad as it sounds, whenever my parents don't go to work, they drink until they don't remember what day it is and how old they are.
It sucks because I do try and talk to them, tell them they should get help because it isn't right, but they just brush me off like a piece of dust.
Last year, they said they'll just get 'tipsy'; let's just say the girls I had over last year are scared to talk to me now.
'There's something wrong with her dad.'
'I know, I walked past his room to go to the bathroom and he was just shouting to himself.'
'What if he comes here?'
'No- but he's actually freaking me out.'
They thought I was asleep, not hearing their dirty comments about my father.
When he's drunk, he's like another person. He'll get abusive and aggressive, accusing my mom and I for doing something horrible and wrong.
Anyways, it's safe to say, I'm not the biggest fan of alcohol nor alcoholics.
My anxiety is already over the roof as my father hasn't been home for the whole day, which is never good.
Mum has had a few drinks but refuses to admit so.
There's only so many chances I can get to a normal life with friends, yet my parents do a great job at taking that away every single time.
"Y/n/N, someone's at the door!" I hear mom call from the kitchen.
Quickly, I skip to the door and open it, putting a smile on my face.
"Hi! Come in!"
...
"I'll be back in a sec', gonna' go tell mum to order pizza." I chirp, skipping out of my room.
As I walk down the corridor, I hear her talking on the phone whilst laughing, yet it startled me because she just sounded off.
"Mum?" I push open her door and see her look at me like a deer in headlight, holding a glass full of clear substance, her eyes struggling to concentrate on one spot but jump around all over the place.
"Wait a second- Hmm?" She hums, biting her lip as her smiles slowly fades away.
"You promised." I mumble, already feeling my happy, carefree mood drop, instead a tight knot in my stomach forms, making me feel slightly sick
"It's fine, no harm done." She sways her hand, dismissing me.
"You-you know what- I can't even believe how selfish yo-" I stop mid-sentence as I notice she already resumed her conversation on her phone, completely ignoring me.
Of course.
Why would trying to choose your daughter over alcohol for at least one day be important enough to take notice of anyways?
What was I thinking?
...
"Thank you for having us, bye!" All four girls leave early in the morning, seemingly relieved to finally be able to go home.
