Queen Bee

Chapter One

I honestly still to this day don't understand why my mom would hurt me like this. We were fine but one day she decided to throw down six beers. The next day, threw down 10. The day after that 15. Until one day I lost count. I just wish she could be a mom again. I wish she would care. I wish she would put down her glass and hold me in her arms. But I'm no idiot I know that day is not to come. At least not now. My dreams can not be reality at this point. At this point I must take care of my mother no matter how much she disgusts me.

I wake up and rub my eyes. I turn my body towards my door. I groan as I look at my clock. 6:45. Time to get up. "Kill me." I mutter. I pull myself out of my bed and strech. I open my door to be hit by the awful stench of vodka. "Not Again." I whisper. I walk into the living room to find my mother passed out on the couch with her hand On a bottle of vodka. Surrounding her is empty cans of beer. I grab my mothers shoulders and start to shake her. "Mom wake up!" I shout.

"Five more minutes." She groans.

"No, not five more minutes get your ass off the couch!" I order

"Yeah, suree." She dozes back off to sleep.

"Mom!" I shout again.

"I'm getting up!" She slurs. I push my hair behind my ears. I pick up the empty cans of beer and throw them in the trash. I walk back over to the couch and snatch the bottle of vodka from my mom's hand. I sigh. "You can't keep doing this mom." I whisper. I get answered with a snore. Of course. I walk over to the sink and pour the posion named vodka down the drain. I scrunch my nose at the awful stench of achohol surrounding me. I look back to my mom and sigh once again. Just then I look to the clock. "Shit!" I run to my room and throw on a T-shirt and jeans. I throw my hair in a ponytail and grab my bag. I dash to the door. I open the door and look to the couch where my mother lay. "Love you." I say with my eyebrows raised in hope. Nothing. "Yeah." I mutter. I close the door behind me and walk down the stairs of my apartment building. Asher greets me at the end of the stairs. Asher was my best friend ever since the fourth grade. He was always there for me when I had nobody else and I was grateful for that. "Hey Ash." I convey.

"Hey Ry." He replies. There is a silence between us. Everything has been slightly awkward between us ever since we turned sixteen. I don't understand why. "So what? Were you waiting for me like a creeper?" I joke. A sheepish smile spreads across Asher's face. "No! I just didn't want to go to school alone." He answers. Just then I remember. School. "Shit! Why do I keep forgetting! We have to go to school!" I run out the apartment buildings door with Asher behind me. I run onto the busy sidewalks of NewYork. Asher runs up beside me. "Wait. Up." He pants. "Come on, we are going to miss the subway!" I shout at him. I run across the busy streets with tons of cars honking at me. "Riley!" Asher yells.

"Come on!" I wave my hands at him. He runs across the street with the annoying honks following him. "Oh, shut up!" I scream back at the cars. Asher and I run down the steps of the subway and stumble onto the train just in time. "Whew!" Asher wipes his head. I laugh. "Slow poke." I jest him. "Whatever!" He chuckles.

The subway haults to a stop. "Our stop." Asher says with a smile.

"Yep." I add. We step off the train and run up the stairs. We run across the street and reach the school. "Well, I gotta head to Spanish!" Asher shouts running off. "See ya!" I shout back. I look to the school and see something that makes my stomach churn. The wicked bitch of the west. Jasmine.