Novel & Cerita Follando A Mi Madre Borracha

What Mother’s saying is right, but the words are like puzzle pieces that should fit, but bend when you try to force them together. She thinks I don’t notice, or she’s too drunk to care if I do. I don’t think I’m exactly what they made me to be. I’m not what I thought I was. And I have places I need to go. Things I need to do. Elsewhere. I stand, and Mother startles, her drink sloshing but not overflowing the rim. “It’s getting late,” I mumble. Mother narrows her unfocused eyes, and I can tell that although she’s wasted, she’s not so far gone that she can’t tell there’s something wrong. “You didn’t bite the Bog trash, did you?”

I gazed up to our old wooden clock. It was half past 10pm already and my mother was yet to return. When my mother arrives late, she always struggle with customers especially drunk ones who wouldn't want to come home. When thier resistance becomes unbearable, she locks her bar after taking all her stuffs in and deserts the drunk customers addressing thier unseen friends. Shortly later, my mother arrived home. I could hear her fetching water from our drum into the bathing bucket. Each cup of water she fetched was immediately followed by another. She was tired.

I snuck in through the window hoping not to wake my mum and her new boyfriend, who has been staying with her ever since I went to juvie and returned, she says she loves him but I know my mum quite well, it's all a bunch of crap, my mum literally falls in love every month, so whatever is between them will never last. When I walked into the kitchen, they were both drinking in the living room on the couch; after the day I had, I was annoyed to see her drinking; because of her bad liver, she promised me she would stop, but I was a fool to believe my mother, so I walked over to my mother and took the bottle from her grip. "What the fuck mum, I thought you stopped drinking?" "It's just a little bi

My father ordered me. So I went home. I got lectured by both my father and mother but it didn't really change anything. I was heartbroken. I kept drinking and fucking and searching. I couldn't stop. All I could feel was pain and anger. One day, I drank too much as usual and ended up crying in my mother's lap. "How could she run from me? I'm her mate?" I remember crying. My mother was never one to pull her punches.

How the fuck this happened? "Aw, you're awake now, Luciano?" I was surprised when I saw my mother enter my room, as usual, she was holding an expensive bottle of wine again, based on her appearance she looks drunk and drugged. She looks like she wasn't herself and under the influence of the fucking drug.

All it took was one night of heartbreak and misguided priorities to fall into their trap and since then, life has been hell for me. Imagine getting your heart broken and fucking a stranger impulsively just to feel better, only to find out the next day that he is actually your ex's brother. Yeah, that was pretty much my life now. “Get your ass down here this minute, Tamine!” My mother screamed from downstairs. I swallowed thickly, pushing aside my homework. I dragged my feet down the mini stairs, the smell of stale beer hitting me before I even saw her. It was past ten, which meant she was already five to seven bottles deep.

" I don't want to listen to your nonsense. Get out! "I didn't want to kill her. I just wanted to instill fear in you so that you'll stop meeting with her but...here you two are holding hands. Hi mother-in-law, are you okay? Don't die okay. You're your stupid son's strength. He was crying like a baby. You're a baby" I hiccuped. " Are...are you drunk? Were you drinking? "Drunk? Mafias don't get drunk." "Yes you are drunk. Who brought you here?

The memory of last night was like a slow-motion movie playing in my head. I feel intoxicated after drinking a glass of whiskey. I didn't think much of it, thinking I was a bit drunk. Although my average drinking capacity is excellent, I do not doubt that the whiskey has a problem. I wanted to leave, so I looked for Sharmaine to go home with her. Before I could find her, my mother told me that Sharmaine was tired and went to the guest room to rest. My mother's servant took me to find her. On the way, I feel my head more drunk, and my steps also become wobbly, but I still try to keep calm to continue. When I reached the room at the end of the corridor on the third floor, I didn't think much an

My head hurt, and my back was in pain. “Then, do you know who brings you here?” I stared at my mother, who was walking towards me. She sat down next to me and swiftly stroked my hair. I tried to remember what happened last night. I was drinking at a pub, and then, someone suddenly stepped beside me and snatched my drink, telling me that I had intake enough alcohol. I shrugged. “Who brought me here, mom?” my mother’s lips were in awe.

I yelled, my voice roaring and thundering with so much fury. “I'm sorry,” he apologised, quickly heading out of my chamber immediately. Just as he went through the exit, my mother quickly turned it to an entrance, walking in with a firm look on her face. “What do you think you're doing?” She asked, glaring at the empty wine bottle in my hand and my sober face. It was hard for me to get drunk, and no matter how hard I tried, I just ended up feeling fed up with the wine without getting drunk. “What does it look like, huh? I'm drowning in the same misery you created for me,” I replied.