I lay in bed with my eyes wide open but my mind still a blur. I lay there as I listen to the paws of my cats walking on the kitchen floor and the background noise of the heater. Laying there alone. Home alone. All day. I get up as I am stretching... Time goes by as I walk around the house lazy like. Cleaning more and more as the day goes by, vacuuming, wiping the counters down, cleaning the toilets, dusting, every little thing I could clean to keep my mind off of things. The sun starts to set and moms still not home. I lay down and take a few naps. I wake up every few hours.. Moms still not home. I lay awake wondering why I should even be awake. There's no reason for me to be up if I am not going to do anything.. My finally comes home. 3:00 am normally. She comes in, hungover, slump like & breath smelling of straight liquor & beer, her body hunched backwards, and hair all scraggly. I walk past her as I roll my eyes of disgust, of her reeking breath and her nasty attitude when she is drunk. She raises her voice at me telling me to go to my room, I continue to walk into the living room as If I could not hear her. She comes rushing in raising her arms and her voice demanding me to go to my room. I raise my voice of frustration "don't tell me what to do." I chuckle in disgust. Her slurred words annoying the shit out of me. She walks around, bumping into walls and tripping over each carpet. She comes to me again and raises her voice "get the fuck out here and go to your room". My heart starts beating and my face starts to get red over frustration. " you get the fuck out of my face. Don't tell me what to do." I yell. Backing away from her as she rushes over to me and throws her fingers in my face as her boozed breath blows in my face as she tries to speak clearly. I push her out of my face telling her to stop talking to me and to get away from me. She runs to me and pushes me against the wall as I am trying to get her off of Me, yelling. Her boyfriend tom walks in, throws the keys across the room and says he's leaving. I told him to go. He sits there staring at his shoes. I raised my voice higher " If you're gonna go then go don't say it and then stay here!" He turns his neck quickly "fuck you". My heart starts feeling sore and I get a knot in my stomach. " get the fuck outta here. Don't come in my house and yell at me for the shit you do" he stands up and throws his arms in the arm and asks " who are you?" " who're you to talk to me like that?" "Who do you think you are?"
