Follando A Mi Madre Borracha Novels & Stories

"By that, do you mean deceiving me, using me, helping Elena to kill my mom, and abusing me and Isabella? Sofia, you sicken me." He grabbed Sofia by the hair and began dragging her toward the basement. "Back then, your mother locked us in the basement. Today, I'm going to let you experience how it feels for yourself." Sofia screamed and struggled, but Ettore was too strong for her to break free. I watched all this play out without intervening. Elena, seeing Sofia seized, panicked herself. Taking advantage of the chaos, she tried to flee but was stopped by Camilla.

“Jonathan, I was wrong. I really know that now. Could you forgive me this time? “My mother’s old. She can’t handle any more stress. Besides, I already lost my job. If this keeps going, my family and I will be done for. “Could you speak up for me and my mother online? Jonathan, I’m begging you.” I was indifferent. “What does this have to do with me? You and your mother caused this trouble.” Amelia was upset with my indifferent treatment toward her. She stepped closer and anxiously said, “Jonathan, how could you say that? We’re supposed to spend our lives together.”

If he'd just done that when I'd asked him to, then I wouldn't have had to douse him in hot water. Valentina’s lips were parted as she stared at me as though I'd grown a second head. “He's going to kill you, Alina. First Adriano, and now you.” She broke down, weeping into her hands. But it was mother's reaction I was waiting for. She was back to standing against the bar, facing away from us. She poured the brandy into the glass till it was filled, then tipped it back and swallowed down everything in the glass. That was the first time I'd ever seen my mother drinking. She filled the glass again and repeated the action, then she capped the bottle, turned around and walked out of the house.

To get back the only thing my mother left me, I dropped to my knees, trembling. The floor wasn't just wet with wine. Shards of broken glass were scattered everywhere, sharp as blades as they bit into my knees. I closed my eyes and stuck out my tongue. The burn of the alcohol hit my nose, twisting my stomach into knots. My old stomach injury from four years ago flared up, making me shiver all over. Disgusting laughter filled the air. "She's really licking it! Hahaha!" "Like a dog!" "An orphaned wolf should know her place!"

“Ma’am, you’ve had too many drinks already. Maybe you should wait it out.” I glower at the bartender, shaking my head. “Leave the bottle. I’m paying, ain't I?” He heaves a sigh of defeat and lets me have my way. I grab the bottle and chug down the alcohol. The burn hits the back of my throat, but it’s nowhere near enough to drown out my mother’s voice echoing in my head. You seduced him, you little whore. You practically threw yourself at Richard.

she said softly, “you’re here.” Sarah lifted her eyes. They were wet. “I can’t do it anymore,” she said, her voice slurred, leaning back against the wall like she was trying not to fall. “I—” She blinked hard, eyes glossy. “I was at the bar. I…I just—that man, I don’t even know why I said it—I’d had too much. I didn’t mean…I wasn’t thinking—” “Enough,” Mother said. Sarah flinched like she’d been struck.

Without another word, I stormed toward the elevator, Marti trailing behind me. When we reached the top floor, I froze. A group of strangers loitered outside my door, bottles of alcohol in hand. Music thumped from inside, growing louder as I drew closer. Inside, smoke filled the air. Strangers laughed, danced, shouted over the blaring stereo. My blood boiled instantly. Pushing past bodies, I searched for her. “Marti, find Mason,” I ordered, and she hurried off. Finally, I spotted her. My mother. She was perched on the lap of a man around her age, both of them singing loudly, bottles of liquor clutched in their hands. Their flushed faces screamed intoxication.

she asked " I'm not following " still looking confused " clearly you had too much to drink baby- word of advice alcohol never solved anything act your age " mama said standing up " girls i'll see yal on weekend,-mika don't forget my dish I want it back I didn't forget " she said walking g out the door, my jaw dropped

Queen Vivian asked, standing up quickly. Martha nodded. “Sounds like it’s coming from the courtyard.” They rushed outside, their hearts pounding. Only to see me. I was staggering, my shirt unbuttoned and a bottle in my hand, shouting at the guards. “Why, son?” My mother called, I could feel her heart breaking at the sight of me. But I was a ll ready too far gone. “Why are you doing this to yourself?” I turned to her, my eyes red, and a bitter laugh left my mouth. “I’ll die anyways mother,” I slurred, raising the bottle in my left hand. “So why not drink the pain away, huh?”

“SOFIA! Sofia! That’s my daughter!” The sound of her voice alone was enough to make my stomach drop and of course she would show up like this loud, drunk, and completely out of control. “SOFIA! Shots! All the shots! So many shots!” I watched, dread curling in my chest, as my mother stumbled her way toward the bar. She bumped into people without apologizing, shoved others aside, and barely kept herself upright as she forced her way through the crowd. “Hey!”