Chapter four

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I run up my apartment buildings stairs. I run through the hallway and to my apartment. When I get to the door I furiously pull it open. I slam it behind me. My mom sits at the counter drinking a beer. "Mom what the fuck did you do?!" I scream in frustration.
"What are you talking about megan?" She slurs. I can barely understand her.
"I'm not fucking Megan I'm your daughter Riley that you obviously forgot about a while ago!"
Her head slams onto the counter.
"No, you don't get to drink your problems away." I grab a fistful of her hair and throw her head back. "I hate you!" I sob. "I hate you!" I fall to my knees. "I just want a mom again." I throw my hands over my eyes and sob.
"You have always been a drama queen." My mom spits. Again I can barely understand her.
"Shut up!" I yell. "Shut the fuck up!" I run into my room and slam the door behind me. My mom has obviously been in here considering all the beer cans surrounding my bed. There is one that is on my night stand that is not opened. Taunting me. I lunge towards the can and grab it with both hands. I open it up and chug. It burns my throat. It tastes bitter and disgusting but I keep drinking. After I finish the can I plop down on my bed. Maybe I could just do what my mom does and drink my problems away.

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