Yeah, I haven't been around for a while, but I will try to update more often. Thanks to reviewers, you make me feel special.
March 19th 1979 11:15pm EST
Maureen slipped through the door, trying not to make a noise. She quietly walked up the stairs, thanking whoever was up there that Tim wasn't up. Now there was only Jenny to get past. Sharing a room with a five year old was not fun for Maureen, she didn't understand why she couldn't just sleep in guest room. Maybe her Mom and Dad thought that Maureen and Jenny would be less of a problem if they were together.
"Mo, you're gonna be in so much trouble."
Shit. The first thought that came into Maureen's head. How could she still be up? She was five for God's sake. "Jenny, please, I was just out, now be quiet."
"Mom's gonna kill you." Maureen never realised how load her sister spoke, but she could already see the light on the landing turn on and footsteps before her mother came in.
"What time do you call this? You should be asleep by...Maureen, did you just get in?" Maureen shook her head, but her mother had that face on. "Is that alcohol? Maureen what were you thinking?" Her Mom just went on and on, another lecture about how she shouldn't hang around with Mark , Roger and Collins. "Maureen, are you even listening?" Maureen thought about it. This wasn't the first time this had happened. She'd never been drinking before though. Usually she'd said sorry by now and everyone was asleep. But her Mom was going on and on. "Maureen!"
"No Mom, I'm not listening. Because I couldn't give a flying fuck what you think."
Then she felt her mother's hand against her cheek. She heard the noise her hand made when it connected with her cheek. "That's it, I'm done here."
March 20th 1979 9:00am EST
"She slapped you, seriously?"
Maureen told the boys about her Mom the next day. Mark seemed to be completely shocked that that kind of thing even happened. "Marky, the world ain't all roses you know." Roger hit Mark's arm and watch his face screw up when he used that nickname.
"I can't stand her anymore, I'm going to run away."
"Hold on there, Mo. You seriously think you could run away, at your age." Maureen's seemed to finish her outburst after Collin's spoke. He was right anyway, not that she'd ever tell him. They'd all got shit going on right now. Roger's dad was an alcoholic, and him and his sister came second to the bottle. Collins was well, Collins. He'd told them he was gay about a month ago, it must be hard for him, hiding that from his family. Mark had the mother who thought he was four. She treated him like a baby, and he said that he thought he'd never be free. They all needed to get away.
"When we're older then, when we're sixteen," Collins made a slight noise, "yes, and you're eighteen, we know. We'll run away, to the city. There, it's sorted." They all agreed, even Mark, who surprisingly didn't take a lot of persuading. Maureen couldn't wait. New York City, centre of the unvierse. So it was years away, they had a plan to get out of Scarsdale's private version of hell. They were gonna live.