Romans & histoires Drunk Mom

"No, I don't want to accept this fucking miserable life. I won't work for anyone!" As we arrived at home, it looked like a haunted house, because the placed looked emptied, all the things that was made of gold, and luxury was taken by the Bank. I saw my mom drink a whiskey in the balcony while opuffing her cigarette, her finger were trembling in anger and sadness. “Mom…” I inhaled nervously as I called her from afar. Cristella walked towards Mom, and said, “It’s not time for drinking alcohol, mom! Dad was in the hospital, and there you are…you are drinking, puffing cigarettes like you want to have a disease!”

Go home now or I'll go there and drag you all the way here? Before I could even say anything again, mom already ended the call. I grabbed the other bottle of whiskey and drank straight from it again. I don't even know why but it feels like no matter how much I want to get drunk, liquors just couldn't make me drunk enough to forget about everything. "Look at your careless son again, Reynolds. He's drunk again!" mom welcomed me with her nagging as soon as I got home. "Where have you been, huh?" Dad asked me.

Mom was a perfectionist, but tonight, for the first time in her life, she had completely forgotten to be the perfect host. “I’m the only one, Aunt Ellie. Mom has raised me single-handedly, just like you have. I appreciate everything she has done for me. I can’t see her unhappy.” Drake rambled on, turning on his charms on my poor mom. “Aw, your mom should be so lucky to have a son like you. Can you teach these three how to be obedient? They always do the opposite of what I want.” Mom glared at the three of us as if we were the devil’s followers. How could she believe Drake? He was the most notorious guy around.

*********************** *ARTURO* The party was in full swing, not looking like it was going to die down any time soon and my Mum was having a great time, I walked about giving out hugs and saying goodnight, it was time to head home and cuddle my girlfriend, she should be snug in bed by now, having dropped her slightly inebriated father home, he had drunk more than usual but with our team winning I am surprised we are not all drunk as skunks. What a silly saying that is, 'Drunk as Skunks', I wonder where that came from?

"I think she might have trauma," "Who wouldn't?" mom grimaced. "That was traumatic. I'm too scared to drink again. I thought I was going to die," I bit back an amused smile, wondering how bad was the drinking that my mom was willing to stop drinking altogether. "Hi Dimitri," she waved to the Viking, whose eyes widened, and he visibly gulped. Sandra giggled to herself. "Oh, I see you've finally met your brother," "Uh, yes," he said eyeing Jordan from the corner of his eyes.

I turned to Mom, she was sobbing. “No,” I said, my voice firm. Her smile didn't waver. “You'll change your mind. When she's passed out on the couch again. When you need someone who actually shows up.” Mom’s cup hit the floor at that instant. The content spilled on the rug. “Don't,” she whispered. “When she's so drunk she forgets to feed you,” She continued, louder now. Heads were turning. “When she brings home men who look at you wrong—”

The same relatives who'd been toasting Grandpa and fawning over Mom minutes earlier turned on them faster than anyone, tripping over themselves to point fingers and distance themselves from the family. A heavy thud cut through the chaos. Grandpa collapsed, clutching his chest, and fell to the floor. The ballroom descended into total pandemonium. Mom and Uncle Keith crumpled to the ground where they stood, completely limp. In the middle of it all, Mom spotted me. She crawled over on her hands and knees, sobbing and begging. "Sawyer... Sawyer, I was wrong. I know it now, I swear. "Talk to your father for me, please. We're family! You can't just stand there and watch your own mother go to priso

when I was alive. It didn't take long before our relatives swarmed out of Aunt Gabriella's house. Mom was at the very front. Her hair was a mess, and she had lost a shoe. Her normally neat and tidy clothes were stained with snow and mud. Gone was the woman who prioritized her reputation above all else and was terrified of being ridiculed. She collapsed next to the icy river and stared at my body. She became as still as a statue. She didn't cry. She simply stared unblinkingly at me. Her lips trembled, but she didn't say a word.

Groaning, I pulled the covers over my head, trying to block out the light and the sound of my mother’s approaching footsteps. “Katrina!” Her voice was sharp, filled with the kind of worry that only a mother could muster. “You drink?! Oh goodness! I think my blood pressure is rising up!” she exclaimed, her hands on her hips as she stood at the foot of my bed. “M-Mom, it was just a few drinks…” I mumbled, trying to sit up but immediately regretting it as the room spun around me. “Just a few drinks? You smell like a brewery! What on earth were you thinking? You know better than this, young lady! Is this the behaviour of a future luna? Absolutely not!”

Mom said, and I sighed. "Upsy," I said while Mom laughed. "No worries; more for me. " She gulped down my glass, and then she sighed and yawned. "Wow, those drinks were hefty," Mom said, and suddenly she passed out. "MOM!" I yelled, patting her on her cheek, while she grunted. I sighed, knowing that they had knocked her off, and that she was not killed. I saw Aunt Paige go through the same thing, Petra, Eiry, and Sary... "Damn it..." she said before passing out.