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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
..short story about a girl's mother who is an alcoholic.

Submitted: November 14, 2009

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Submitted: November 14, 2009

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Here I was leaning on a maple tree, staring at my mothers house. Thinking, waiting, lurking and debating. I haven't seen nor spoken my mother for almost 3 years, after I moved out at eighteen my father moved out too because he couldn't stand her drinking anymore either. She was a sever alcoholic by the time I left home, but it wasn't a recent thing. She's been drinking all her life but those past 3 years when I was fifteen it got worse and worse and she drank almost every night. That's where most of our money went those days. She didn't care about her bills, us, or anything. She only cared if she had those few beers in that fridge. My father use to party a lot too when I was young, but he quit and my mother made it hard for him to quit because she continued drinking in front of him while his termination of alcohol. I heard the door slam from a distance from the house. You can see her getting to the silver car sitting int he drive way. She sat in the driver seat, started the engine and saw me. I could see her dark brown eyes, locked with mine for a full minute. I couldn't move. She got out of the car, took one step towards the Maple tree. “Kira? Is that you?” Could I answer her? Should I just walk away? Can I forget all those drunken nights, those mistakes. All those nights she'd come in completely hammered. All the fighting and scream over the years because of her drinking, me running around the house spilling out bottles of beer or hiding them around the house. I stepped back again. “No, It won't be the same now, No..” I repeated out loud a few times. She came closer to me. “No, you never tried to talk to me for 3 years, you never called or tried to get in contract with me.. No.” “Kira...” She tried to take my hands. I pulled away. “You don't have my forgiveness.” I said backing up again, with my luck I tripped over a rock. She came towards me to try help me up. I could smell the alcohol on her. “Don't touch me, your still the same person you we're 3 years ago. I don't know why I came here, I will never give in this easily.” My mind a mess, racing. She stood there not moving and not talking. Not a single word. “you'll never change, No..All those people.. close people..”


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