C H A P T E R 4| As if Shocked by lightning, I bolted up in my bed. My eyes darting around the darkest corners of my room in panic. It was a few seconds later that a realized that my mother had been slouched against the door frame of my room. She glares at me with eyes glazed over with hate and drunkenness from her daily dose of alcohol.
While normal people would spend their time binge watching their favorite show or they would rather entice themselves in their favorite hobbies, my mother enjoyed "hitting the bottle".
This was one of the reasons why I never branched out to other people and was wary of making friends. I was downright ashamed of my own mother. When growing up I realized that I never wanted to take a sip of the remedy that stole a mother from her daughter.
"How may I help you?" I asked quietly, unsure of how to approach her.
My mother never came up to my room, period. That was a fact. If she needed me she would scream my name from wherever she was in the house. Seeing her in my room made the hairs on my neck stand up. I knew whatever she was going to had to be serious. It's just as the saying goes, shit is about to go down.
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Losing control
Teen FictionShe's falling She doesn't think he'll catch her Her last relationship was a disaster All she ever got was broken hearted ~ Russ
