When Sweet Meets The Devil

Chapter 2

I begin walking home from my absolute worst day at school.

Sometimes it's hard to put on a smile to please the crowd.

I walk from 10 minutes before reaching my front door and walking inside my deserted home checking every room for my mom.

"MOM IM HOME" I yell up the stairs but no return comes.

I automatically assume that she's working late from work.

I throw my bag on the kitchen table and grab my book from school and sit on the couch.

I relax and flip through a few pages, then a hundred and I end up getting lost in the book.

I snap out of my book reading to check the time.

It's 6:30, hmm my mom is working pretty late. I decide to call her.

I pull out my phone and press "mom"

After 6 or 7 rings I decide she's busy once again and I hang up.

I watch some tv, make my dinner and do some other random chores.

Time ticks and I await my moms return.

I become so concerned.

I check the time, it's 10:30.

I know where she is.

I call her cell phone and as I hear every ring my eyes begin to water more and more.

The phone picks up and there is loud music in the back.

"H-hello" a female voice stumbles.

"MOM! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!" I scream into the phone.

"Shut up girl. I'm enjoying my self you prude. I'll get home when I want!" She says.

I hear a voice in the backround say "another round girls" and she applauds and screeches then hangs up.

She's at the bar. No.

I race out of my house and sprinting down the road.

Thank god the bar is only a few minutes away from me, actually now that It crosses my mind. That's not a good thing.

I reach the bar and tear past the people and the large man accepting people into the club.

I hear the guard say "ARNT YOU A LITTLE YOUNG" but I run in anyways.

I make it inside the loud dance room with the guard hot on my trail.

I frantically search for my mother as drunken people stumble around and push me side to side.

I look and notice her sitting on a bar stool with random people laughing her head of and taking swigs of vodka. She's such a bitch. Why would she do this to me? Oh wait... she always does this to me.

I jog over and rip the bottle vodka out of her hand with fury in my eyes. It hits the ground and shatters.

"HEY I WAS GOING TO DRINK THAT YOU BITCH!" She screams and shoots up.

I pull her arm towards the exit and she kicks around.

I notice the guard looking for me so I run and pull my mom harder.

"NO I DONT WANNA LEAVE, I WANNA STAY" she screams in a childish tone.

"LETS GO!!" I yell in her ear.

"NO" she says and scratches my face with her long finger nails from my under eye to my chin.

It stings bad and the blood drips down my cheek but I ignore it and pull her outside and call a taxi.

A taxi pulls up and the guard is behind me so I quickly shove my mom in the car and almost trip while I try and get in my self.

I lock the doors and she screeches at me to open it but I ignore her.

She screams for what seems like hours but then relaxes and falls asleep instantly on my lap.

I tell the taxi my address and we drive home.