CHAPTER ONE : WHORE OF A MOTHER
"What the fuck is your problem!" I looked at my mother with dusgust. She was sitting on the couch, half on it and half off. Her blonde hair was messy and her make up was smuged and she was wearing a slutty red dress. "Your an idiot! How could you let yourself get drunk! God I feel like I'm scolding a fucking kid." I was so angry, she was a grown women that couldn't control her damn drinking problems.
"I'm tired of this!" I quickly made my way upstairs, grabbing a bag and stuffing my clothe and anything else important in there. I walked out of the house and towards my car, putting the bag in the trunk and entering the drivers seat. I sighed, staying still for a second trying to get my thoughts together before turning on the engine of the car and making my way to the only person that could make me feel better. Sam Witwicky.