A Different Kind of Love

Chapter 3

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Blake's P.O.V

No. Not again, not right now. It's always the wrong time. I had to do my homework, and now worry about her?

"Blake!" An irritated voice yelled a second later. I sighed before getting up from my desk chair and heading downstairs to see my mom furiously throwing stacks of papers everywhere.

"Mom, what are you doing?" I responded calmly.

"Where is it?" She asked me clearly aggravated. She turned around to face me. I was on the bottom of the stair step, leaning on the rail case taking in her furious stance. Her eyes were in a narrow line and glossy. A sign of that she was drunk... and pissed. Her posture was slouched and her clothes were messy like she'd been screwing around with a guy.

She probably had been.

"Where is it?" She demanded again, this time through clenched teeth. She folded her arms over her chest.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Why don't you just go lay down." I reasoned with her while beginning to pick up the papers that were thrown all over the carpet floor.

She clearly wouldn't be the one to pick it up, and the mess couldn't just stay there.

"You know what I'm talking about Blake." I shook my head at her, getting a little more angry.

"No, I don't." I clinched my fists. If I knew what she was looking for I would have gave it to her by now.

I had finally picked up the rest of the papers and turned around to see my mom retreating up the stairs, stomping her way up them and destroying anything in her path.

I soon followed after her, watching her head into her room. I sighed before heading in the direction of my own room.

Why did she have to be so complicated?

She should be raising me, not me her.

Nevertheless, she was still my mom. She gave birth to me. I couldn't just leave her to rot. I mean, soon I would go to college, but that's different. I've put all my hard work into getting good grades. And now that I've finally succeeded, I can get away.

Hopefully.

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I headed down to the kitchen and checked the time on the microwave. Ten minutes until I had to leave for school. Which would give enough me time to hurry up and chug down a bowl of cereal.

I walked in to find my mom drinking her regular cup of coffee she had each morning. Usually, the coffee would help with her headaches she would get after she drank the night before.

As usual, we didn't talk. I just nodded my head in her direction as she did the same to me.

Fixing my bowl of cereal, I gulped it down before brushing my teeth after.

I examined myself in the mirror. My brown hair was still damp from my morning shower, and my green eyes glistened. I ran a hand through my hair, grabbed my bag and muttered a goodbye before exiting out the door and beginning the short ten minute walk to school.

The front entrance, and the student parking lot, was where most of us teens hung out before school starts. So, of course, there would be people of all cliques hanging out. But then, there was also our "clique." We had the most people that would hang around us, and the nicest place to hang. Dylan, Tyler, and I liked to hang out right in front of the schools entrance. Before you came in, there were benches that we hung around. Then other people would come and join us, like the rest of our group and, of course, the girls. I didn't really like to call our group a clique because a lot of other kids from different cliques would hang out with us too. But, I didn't really have another name for our big group of people.

"Wow. Who's that?" I looked into the direction that Dylan had pointed in. There was a boy who was probably about 15, and a girl who looked around our age. Together they walked up quietly towards the entrance. All the kids out had gone eerily silent as we stared in shock. It was extremely rare that our school got knew students, and these new