So I am literal trash because I haven't updated. But I swear I've written this chapter three times and IT GETS DELETED EVERY TIME. But I will have a sneak peek for this chapter because I am in the process of recovering the written parts right now, again. BUT, I CREATED A TWITTER FOR THIS FIC. I WILL KEEP YOU UPDATED ON EVERYTHING ABOUT IT. I WILL HAVE Q&A'S AND EVERYTHING IT'LL BE SOO COOL SO PLEASE FOLLOW. It's GhostMeetingsFF
I fall into the embrace of my mother's arms. A lot has happened the past year but she is still my mother and I love her.
Then in the blink of an eye, she's reeking of alcohol and harshly shoving me away from her.
"What happened to my nice little girl?" That question has plagued me for years. It still echoes in my head whenever I find myself being a little less than nice.
"Fuckin' bitch." I roll my glazed over eyes, tears are threatening to spill but I won't let them. Not now. I feel a ball of anger in the bottom of my stomach and before I can stop myself I talk back.
"Oh, is it opposite day?" That was lame. And stupid. Very, very stupid. By the way her eyes are narrowing, I can tell what's about to happen. If I finally got the courage to talk back, why couldn't I have said one of the clever comebacks I always think about when I'm in the shower?
"Don't give me lip." She backs up her sentence by back-handing me in the mouth. Not again. I can't bring this drama to my brother's frontstep anymore. I have to learn how to fight for myself. I can't be weak anymore. I need to grow up.
Before I can even think about it, I lash out and grab my mom's arm. Twisting it in the process so it's pulled behind her back. Her being wasted gives me the advantage of moving faster as she swings at me with her other arm. My knuckles connect with her cheek, then I hear a familiar shuffling sound behind me. My dad's drunken steps stop right as a glass bottle meets with the back of my skull.