Follando A Mi Madre Borracha Novels & Stories

“Shall we step out for a moment?’’ She nods, taking one last glance at my mother in a manner that suggested a million thoughts ran through her head. She follows my lead out of the room, up the stairs back to the passage way. I apologise to her for what happened down there and assures her my mother was drunk. I let her know she could see her some other time when she's sober and in a better condition; that would be after my mother must have provided me with explanations for her weird behavior tonight cause I know very well that she ain't really drunk. I return to meet my mother pacing back and forth by the counter, looking mad and worried at the same time.

I remember what I did with Vicky, and I get literal goosebumps. "You have insomnia too?" I turn back to the man. He's opened a bottle of wine. It's the same one my mother used to drink. Maybe I'm becoming like her. "I don't have insomnia." "Really? I heard your sighing and your turning. You literally moved 360 degrees, sang lullabies and counted sheep till 97,000." I internally cringe. "I'm just. Whatever. What's it to you?" He brings out 2 glasses, pouring more into 1 and handing that one over to me. I take it and swallow in one gulp. Tastes like I'm drinking death. No wonder my mother was always depressed.

I craved solitude, longing to escape from everything and everyone, seeking solace in alcohol and sleep, which was my plan for the evening. On my way home, I stopped at a nearby store and purchased a bottle of strong alcohol to quickly intoxicate myself. Upon arriving home, I locked the door, drew the curtains closed, and began drinking. The cycle of drinking and crying continued until I became drunk, and any memory of my past triggered outbursts of yelling. I felt as though I was losing my grip on reality. I struggled against the urge to forgive my mother, blaming her for my shattered past.

"I have no idea how Lisa entered my room. Allegra believes that I invited her there now. With a heavy breath, my mother grabbed my fingers in hers. She gave them a little squeeze before grinning silently at me. She seemed to believe me, I could tell. She was already aware of my innocence. My mother gave me a long, grin-filled gaze. I couldn't figure out her smile. Before long, she got up from her chair and started to leave. She paused as she reached the door and turned to look at me. She admonished, "Don't drink any more wine." I gave a nod, and she turned to go. Hearing her footsteps recede, I took up the bottle once again. I sipped one after the other. I drank till I lost all sense of bodi

CALISTA. The amber liquid in front of me was a mix of different alcohols, I drank it down in one burning shot. Then I shifted the glass aside, joining the other five empty ones. “Another” I slurred, banging my weak hand on the counter. I met my reflection in the row of bottles. My eyes were puffy and my face was swollen. I looked as I felt. I had stood in the doorway of my fiance's home, frozen, blinking rapidly. Hoping that I was imagining the scene before me. But it was real. Matteo and my stepmother... Together. A tangled mess of limbs and moans.

Matilda had never been in a club before and also she never drinks anything with alcohol in it. I let Eddie hold her and walk around the car to confront my mother who's seated on the other side of the backseat. "Mom, seriously? You took her to a club and got her drunk?” I am mad right now. “We didn't have much drinks, son.” Mom replies and unlike Matilda who is a drunken mess right now, my mom is perfectly sober, given her high tolerance of alcohol which she picked up from dad, her husband. “I can't believe you were so irresponsible, mom. You do know that Matilda hasn't had a drop of alcohol in her life!” I was fuming.

"I went for a glass because I was parched, I have no idea what the barman gave me mama. You should have him quartered for thinking he could drug me and if it wasn’t for my swiftness in locating you, Lord knows what he would have done to me" "Locating me? You don't know what happened after you passed out?" my mama asked, taking a seat "Passed out? What happened mama?" I asked confused "Just go and meet your papa, I cannot deal with you today." I wondered what she meant by after I had passed out because I could not recall passing out although some of the events of the previous night were still blurry in my head but passing out?

I make my way to the bar, ordering a double shot of tequila. The burn of the liquor is sharp but welcome. I order another. Then another. The music pulls me to the dance floor, the rhythm sinking into my bones. I move, letting the alcohol take over. For a moment, I feel almost free. But then his words come back. “You’re unfit to be a mother.” I grab another drink from a passing tray, downing it in one go. I can’t stop the memories now—Christopher’s cold gaze, the way he tore my world apart piece by piece.

my mother lectures me. "What would you have me do, Mother?" I growl. "She is gone, and I refuse to replace her with some half-rate chosen bitch." "No one is asking you to replace her," my mother sighs. "I am just asking you to tone down the drinking." "It isn't like I can get drunk," I fuss back at her. "Don't forget who you are talking to," my mother snaps at me. "I have been around my fair share of drunken lycans and werewolves."

I waved to the cashier and headed straight on like I did not look like shit at the moment, with mud in my shoes and leaves on my shoulder and hair. I walked till my home appeared before me with the lights from the rooms still on. I muttered what must have been a prayer as I thought of several ways everything could go wrong. I took the stairs and found the doors open. Slow jazz was blasting on high volumes and I knew immediately that my mother was drunk and the chances of her being knocked out in the bathtub was very high. I also saw this as a good thing. “At least I have a few hours to recollect myself before she's sober,” I thought.