I hurried off home. The whole way there my mom is calling me. No point in answering, she's drunk.
It all started when my dad died.
See, he was a marijuana addict. He couldn't go a day without it. Blunt after blunt, until he passed out and we had to take him to the hospital. I was too young to understand at first, but over the years I began to.
My phone goes off for at least the tenth time. "Fuck off already," I mummble to myself. I decline the call again. Then it hits me. Why would she be calling? I spend the night at Oscar's all the time. Most of the time she's drunk to even notice I'm gone anyway. What if something happened to her? I then find myself running the rest of the way home. I finally get there after 3 minutes of running. I notice the door is cracked open. I call out for my mom. After three tries I finally get an answer. She's up in her room. I speed up the stairs, just to find her slouched over the edge of her bed, with an empty bottle of Vodka in her hand.
"Good," she said with a hiccup, "Can you run to the store and get be another bottle," she said right before throwing up in her hand. "Wow, and here I thought something bad happened to you. Get your own liqour." I was just about to walk out of her room when she stood up and stumbled over to me, slapping me square in the face. At first I felt nothing, but a stinging feeling covered up my whole left side over my face. I felt something wet on my bottom lip. Blood.
That was the first time she ever hit me, I didn't have time to react before she kicked me in my stomach. I fell to the floor and let out a whimper at the striking pain over taking my stomach. She then nelt down next to me, the smell of her breath unbearable, and said in a raspy voice, "You are going to get me more, understand? I'm your mother, and you will do as I say." She then hollered, "RIGHT?" When I didn't answer her, she lifted my head by pulling on my hair. I squealed when she did, and answered, "Yes." I could barely get the word out. "Good," she said. She dropped a few dollars on me before walking away.
I used all of the power I had left, grabbed the money, and ran.
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Addicted
Fiksi PenggemarAndie's dad died when she was 10. His brain failed to respond because of marijuana. Since then she's been severely depressed. It also doesn't help that her mom has turned into a drunk and lost the will to do anything. But then Andie meets someone w...
