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ANGELA POV

I walked in my house to find my mother passed out on the couch with a bottle of whiskey next to her. I sighed, picked it up and washed it out before throwing it in the trash. After finishing my daily routine of cleaning up after her I went upstairs to put the kids to bed.

Emilie, the six year old, perched happily on her top bunk as Beth, the thirteen year old, slept beneath her. I reached up and gave Emilie a quick kiss on the cheek then tucked her in. I trudged down the hall weariness finally taking over my senses and opened Brian's room door.

He looked up at me with his sparkling black eyes that matched mine. The only difference: his eyes held hope; mine were empty voids according to my mother. I looked like my cousin, Dally; we were both emotionless. We had our soft moments-but those were rare. My moments were with Darry or Emilie, Beth, and Brian; Dally's were with Johnny and me on occasion.

No one thought Dally had family. That he had people who loved him in this world. He did. He had my mom. She worshiped him. She drove us down to Tulsa from San Francisco just for his funeral. She cried the loudest in that room. She showed her grief vowing to wear black for the rest of her days.

I bent down and scooped little Brian up he cooed softly and then he gurgled. I smiled slightly before cooing back and pecking his bright pink cheeks. He squirmed when I put him down in the crib. I walked out of the room after plugging in the nightlight and leaving the door cracked.

I slipped into my room to find my mother sitting there glaring at my wall. She had another bottle by her side this time it was pure vodka. I have to make sure she sleeps on her side to prevent choking or being smothered by her over vomit, I thought. She pushed back her dyed blonde locks to stare almost through me with bloodshot eyes. The bed creaked as she started to stand. I ran to her side as she started to sway; that was my mistake.

"Angela Marie Bennieto, where the hell have you been?" The smell of alcohol floated through the air as she talked. I tried my best not to gag, but I couldn't stand the stench. You think maybe she would stop drinking after she lost my father to it years before, but no. She was like a Soc, you lose something and you work twice as hard at it.

"Ma, I was at the Daily Double. I got back about-" I paused to get a look at the clock, "an hour ago. You were passed out on the couch."

"Liar. You dirty, rotten, filthy girl. Beth, Emilie, and Brian look up to you and you act like a slut. How could you do this to me? Don't you love your Mama?"

"Yes I love you Mom, I didn't do anything."

"GET OUT! YOU CHEAP LIAR!" She screeched, successfully waking Beth, Emilie, and Brian. They were in my room within seconds all willing to take my side, well not Brian, but he didn't know what was going on. I looked at my mother. She wouldn't last without me.

"Ma, you need to sleep off the alcohol. You don't know what you're talking about," Beth said softly, bouncing Brian on her hip.

Suddenly a loud crack echoed through the room and I went stumbling back. "You got my babes to team up against me too? Son of a b-"

I couldn't take anymore. I ran out of that cursed room. Her yelling had been getting to me since I was seven. Don't get me wrong it started off as small skirmishes, but now it was more.

I was out on the sidewalk in front of our house as she yelled at me from inside. I felt tears fall down my face and bolted. I ran for at least three miles, until I got to the vacant lot. I lay down in the dewy grass and cried. Sobs racked body for at least fifty minutes before I picked myself up.

I turned heading to the Curtis house. If my mom found out she'd kill me. She never liked the gang since Dallas died. They were his murders, in her alcohol-plagued mind. They did everything wrong. I threw the backdoor open and walked pass the kitchen and down the hall to Darry's room. I wriggled onto the bed with him and instantly thought; everything will be okay now.

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