Novel & Cerita Drunk Mom Taboo

These days she doesn't even drink from a cup, she guzzles the bottle like a child sucking from its mother's nipples. With the rate she's going, she might end up using my college funds for wine and I won't allow that She burped very loud and more of the offensive smell sailed in the air. I waved a hand in front of my nose, absolutely disgusting. “You know what? Drown in the alcohol for all I care. At least do your job as a mom sometimes.” “Who do you think you are talking to?” She burped loud “I'm talking to you Barbara, get a life outside this. Focus on your jewelry business instead of selling every piece of just to wallow in drinks”

As it had a high chance for me to end up drinking the whole bottle. "Just one?" mom exclaims. "I'm done, mom. Trying to avoid it," I grumble. "What?" she looks at me shockingly. "You're trying to avoid drinks?" I wanted to say yes, mom. Because I don't wanna be a drunkard when Sana is not around. No one can fucking handle me when I'm drunk. Moreover, I knew I would forget everything once I had more than a drink. "Yes," I just reply to her.

"You know like when you want dinner." "How is Sand Dune?" Betty asked, ignoring her daughters' jibes at each other. "My friends and I are looking for a place to go dancing on a girls' night out." "No." "No what?" "No, my mother is not allowed to go to the same bar I go to. It's creepy. And weird. No kid wants to see their mother out drinking and hitting on men." "I never said anything about looking for men. It's just dancing with the girls."

He was right, she couldn't explain that she was drunk. The last time Keyara got drunk was when she played Truth or Dare with her friends. Keyara couldn't forget how angry her mother was when she came home drunk and rambling incoherently, and the punishment she received afterward. When her mother was angry, her rage could last a week.

This is the only job that pays enough to keep my father alive for another week. I weave through the crowd, a tray of neon-colored shots balanced on my palm. A table of rowdy boys, probably pre-law students blowing daddy’s money, waves me over. "Hey, beautiful," one of them slurs, his eyes glazed and roaming over my body. "How much for the mask to come off? Or maybe for you to come home with us?" His friends snicker, nudging each other like the immature pricks they are. Another one leans in, his breath hot and smelling of stale beer. "I bet that pussy tastes like expensive champagne. You sitting on my face later, sweetheart?"

"You aren't leaving this bed anytime soon anyway. I won't allow it." Julian tilted his head back against Leo’s shoulder, looking up into the bartender's dark, heavy-lidded eyes. A faint, genuine smirk tugged at the corner of Julian's swollen lips. "You two are entirely dangerous," Julian whispered, the exhaustion obvious in his eyes. "I came down to that subterranean bar tonight just looking for a strong drink to shut my brain off for an hour before bed."

"She'll come back. She won't leave me behind." I knew that Mom was in denial and refused to face reality. It wasn't that she couldn't accept that I was gone. What she couldn't bring herself to do was admit that she was wrong. She refused to accept that she had killed her own daughter because she prioritized her reputation above all else and was obsessed with avoiding ridicule.

Ana knew getting drunk was the worst thing in the world she could do right now. No one ever made good decisions while they drank. Nor did they forget something that happened for more than a heartbeat or two. She could hear her mother saying those words to her father over the years. Only now she wondered what event he was trying to forget and what made her mother so angry that the emperor tried to drown whatever memory that was.

It seemed Juan no longer hesitated as the man moved half of his body to the beat of the thumping music. "No, I don't. You go on your own. I still want a drink." It felt like Moreau wanted to spill everything with unconsciousness. She was not so brave, but tried to remind herself that this was a privilege that was hard to forget. The second time disobeying her mother's rules. Barbara didn't even know the first offense Moreau had committed. Hopefully... so would the one after this. Let it all be a secret. She would have another drink. One sip for the burning sensation in her throat. "Sitting alone, beautiful?"

Sitting here in a fancy dress watching my mom get her second chance only made everything feel heavier. I took another sip of water. I wasn’t drinking tonight. The last thing I needed was to get drunk and do something stupid — like hook up with one of Richard’s relatives. That was a level of mess I couldn’t afford. “Shouldn’t you be celebrating with your mom and new stepdad?” A deep, smooth voice cut through my thoughts. I turned my head and nearly forgot how to breathe.