Blindly

Trapped mouse

Samantha's POV

-Thank's for the drive

-No problem - I reply - Okay then I guess I'll see you tomorrow, right?

-Uuum,... yeah, I... I guess we will - Nathan answer nervous, I don't understand why he gets so nervous when we talk

-Good - I say smiling

-Good - he reply and open the door to go out - Then untill tomorrow Samantha - he add smiling

-Don't call me Samantha - I say from inside the car

-How should I call you then? - he ask me resting on the window

-Just Sam, I don't know Samantha is too serious 

-Okay - he say- See you tomorrow Sam

He started walking to his house and the door open before he gets there. A girl come out and hug him, I can notice how she move trying to see who's in the car, my window was down and she could see my face with no trouble. Nathan turn around and wave his hand, I do the same thing and then I drive away, stright to my house.

I take the long way home. But I knew that I was going to get there anyway.

I park the car and I walk to the door, the one that was already lock.

I can't hear any sound once I'm in. I'm hoping to make it to my bedroom without been notice by my mother and I almost make it.

-Samantha where have you been the whole day? - I hear my mother's voice coming from behind me 

-Out - I answer with no intention of giving an explaintion

-Okay- she carelessly answer

I turn around and walk to my room

I took my headphones and lay on my bed listening some music. After a while I decided to go downstairs before I starve. 

Mi mother was on the sofa watching Tv with a cigarette between her fingers and a beer on the other hand, nothing outside the normal.

I get in the kitchen and open the fridge to find some food.

Nothing. Nothing edible in good condition. I look on the drawers for some cereal and I found some chocolate flakes. I get back to the fridge hoping to find some milk but I didn't find anything. The only thing inside the fridge was a couple of beers and some frozen meet.

-Fuck! - I curse out loud and my mother hear me.

-Is something wrong sweetie? 

-Yes. Yes mother It is something wrong. I live in a house where you find a fucking beer instead of some milk in the fridge - I say pissed and I throw a beer on the kitchen table, which bounced off and fell to the ground.

.Hey! - my mother scream - don't throw it up, there's only a couple left - she adds - you can take one if you want

- Seriously mother?

-Yeah, go ahead - she repet

.It was not a question for fuck sake! - I raise my voice

-Okay okay calm down

- To calm...? - I started asking but I knew there was no way so I silence myself. I close my eyes and take a deep breath holding all my anger inside - You know what? I'll take one. Just cause maybe this way you'll shut the fuck up - I take the beer in my hands and go out of the room before strangling her - Thanks for the dinner - I say and I didn't get any answer

I was not thinking to actually drink it. Yuk. Beer with nothing in my stomach, no thanks, I've hurt myself enough in the past 

I came back into my room and listen my problems away with music and my comfortable pillow. After 3 hours staring at the roof I fall asleep.