Chasing Storm

1. How It All Started

Storm
~ 1 year ago ~ (April 25, 2020)

"Momma, you need to stop drinking." I cried while trying to move her from the floor to the couch.

She was completely passed out again, this is slowly starting to become was an every night thing. she would come home from work , leave all her shit on the floor and drink a whole bottle of jack like it was water. Which sometimes would lead to her puking all over the couch and floor and leaving me to clean it up.

She's been like this ever since my brother died four months ago. I understand how she's feeling, I miss Aaron just as much as she does but she's getting worse. Sometimes she would drink so much that she would miss work for days and not even realize. I'm surprised that her boss hasn't fired her yet for missing more than three days of work in a row.

I lifted her arms and dragged the upper half of her body onto the couch. As I held her in place with one hand, I use my other to help push her legs up onto the couch. She might look like she weighed 50 pounds but she damn sure didn't feel like it.

Once I had her mostly on the couch, i turned her to the side, just in case she decided to throw up. I wouldn't want her to choke and die in her sleep.

I sat down on the floor and let out a huge exhale. I swiped my hand across my forehead wiping the sweat away then bowed my head, letting the tears slowly fall from my eyes.

Everything wasn't perfect but it was bearable. I had my big brother that loved me with everything in his heart and my mom. Even though sometimes she treated me like shit and can be really evil when she wanted to be, she honestly wasn't that bad. I never knew my father, all I know is that he died before I was born and mom was completely heart broken about it, at least that's what Aaron said. She never talks about him, I don't remember her ever being sad or talking about his past life before he died or any of that so it's hard to believe. So for as long as I can remember Aaron was the only father figure in my life, and to be honest he was the only parent figure in my life. He did more for me than my mom ever did for me and now that's he's been gone, life has just been getting worse.

*flashback* (4 months before)

"Aaron baby help me set the table." I hear my mother call out from the kitchen.

"Sure." Aaron said, getting up from the couch. I watch as he makes his way out of the living room and towards the kitchen.

"I'll come help too." Niyah said, then followed behind Aaron.

We were having a family dinner and my mother was cooking all Aaron's favorite foods because he was finally back home.

He was away at his dream college with his high school sweetheart Niyah. He's been gone for about 5 months now and even though we FaceTimed and texted each other almost everyday, it still felt like I haven't seen him in ages.

His girlfriend Niyah was kind of like a sister to me and my mom loved everything about her, so she was basically like family at this point.

They've been dating since freshman year of high school and now they're both sophomores in college.

She's very pretty and I was absolutely envious of her model like features. She had high cheek bones and big pouty lips. Her skin was a smooth caramel color and her eyes were bright and innocent looking, almost like she was stuck in a permanent golden hour selfie. It's not like I was ugly or anything but she beyond gorgeous, and it makes me feel like a gremlin.

It also didn't help that most of the guys in high school tend to shy away from darker skinned girls or girls that didn't have long, curly hair. Which made me feel uglier than ever but I'm learning how to ignore it because guys are dumb anyways.