Home, Not so Sweet Home
Me: Maybe we should get back. My mom is going to be angry as it is with me being this late.
Dakota: Ok. Linna’s house…
We showed up at the door of my house.
Dakota: Bye.
He touched my cheek. Out of the breath he kissed me and walked away to his house two doors down. I walked inside.
There was a whiskey bottle on the table and it was almost gone. Oh crap. I closed my eyes and prepared myself for my mom. I turned around and there was right behind me. She staggered towards me and she smelled of great whiskey. I took a deep breath.
Mom: Wherreee…were..youuuu!
Me: With Dakota.
Mom: I…nedd youu heree..!
She slapped and pushed me.
Me: I’m sorry!
Mom: Oh… yourrr goinnnng… to be…
She slapped me some more times and grabbed my arm, twisting it. I tried to hold back my tears. I thought of Dakota, my only solace.
Me: Oww!