Follando A Mi Madre Borracha Novels & Stories

I turned to walk back to the car, but then my mother said, "Take these pills to him. If you don't, you might never see me again. I think your husband is planning to get rid of me." Her words hit me hard. I realized she had become unreasonable, possibly overwhelmed by depression, which was affecting her mental state. Closing my eyes, I ignored her pleas and got into the car. The driver started the engine, and we headed home. That encounter weighed heavily on my mind, leaving me feeling sad. In my distress, I made a reckless decision—I reached for a bottle from the bar and began drinking. Glass after glass, I numbed my feelings, until Maximum came home and saw I was already tipsy.

It’s just the two of us for dinner, my father is travelling and won’t be back until tomorrow night. “Lilly and I are going over after dinner. She’s coming to collect me.” “That’ll be good to see, Tammy sweetheart. Take her some chocolates or flowers or a teddy. You know something to cheer her up a little bit. That poor girl, I can’t even imagine what she has been through or how she feels.” My mother’s grey/blue eyes look so sad. I know she’s thinking that it could easily have been me. Only I am not stupid. I wouldn’t ever take a drink from anyone other than my best friends. Nor would I take pills or even touch alcohol. It’s not on my radar. I can’t even stand the smell of it, it makes me fee

"He already did....I know he didn't do it on purpose... It was just sex...but..." Madre nodded. " Come, let's get you cleaned up. She took me into the bathroom and cleaned my leg with soap and water, and then led me through the club. It was already packed with men watching strippers. The smell of beer and smoke made my eyes burn. We stopped at the bar, and Madre yelled. "Two shots of Tequila." The guy turned and looked at me. " Is she of age?" Madre shook her head. "Are you seriously going to ask me that? Did you forget who you are talking to?"

I look down at the drink and Shrugged what more did I have to lose at this point my mum was going away and there was nothing I could do to make her stay my mate probably hated me with all the passion in her hearts All I ever seem to do with her was make silly and ridiculous mistakes and with that I started gulping down the drink I had only plan to take a few cups just to please her enough for her to leave me alone but then I found myself asking for more and more without being able to stop then it hit me the floor felt like jelly if I wasn't sitting I would have staggered down and falling on my face I thought she said that there was no wolfsbane in this We had been drinking together so if it

And I craved every second. My mother started following me sometimes. She prayed more fervently. She lit candles for my soul every day. But nothing could stop us now. We were addicted. Obsessed. Damned. And the final fall was coming.

he spat, turning back to the house. My mother followed, slamming the door, the lock clicking. The rain poured, soaking me, mixing with my blood, my tears. I lay there, shivering, broken, the storm drowning my sobs, wondering why my life was a curse.

Who is this man and why can't I look away? "Why do you look so miserable, Myla? Have fun, it's a fucking party." My mother asks, already getting on my damn nerves. "Mom, I'm way younger than everyone here. How can I have fun? I can't even drink." She hands me a glass and tells me to drink it. I only drink it because I'm thirsty and I need something to help me make it through the rest of this dreadful night. And besides, I wouldn't think my mom would spike my drink or anything, so I figured it was fine to drink.

There was no such thing as one beer where my mother was concerned. I left her to it, went to my room, and closed the door. As I lay in bed a while later, I heard her stumble from the trailer and knew she was on her way to the convenience store for more. My mother liked to drink. It was a mad dog she kept on a chain. When it got loose, it chewed through our lives.

I get up apparently too quickly and the room spins around me, making me fall back into my seat. Looks like he drank too much for real. “Careful,” Matthew says, picking me up into his arms. “I’ll carry you.” I sigh as I look into my mother’s worried face. “Thank you.” As Mirella scurries past us to get to prepare my mother’s room right next to mine, we walk into my bedroom where my mother tells Matthew to lay me down on the bed. “You are worrying me.” My mother sits down on my bed, making me look up at her.

“Did you hear? It sounds like Myra’s cries. I heard that she’s saying it’s cold…” My father could only hug her and comfort her gently. “She’s not. You’re dreaming.” “It’s not a dream… I really heard it…” My mother mumbled. “Myra is complaining about the cold… She’s alone at the rest stop; it must be so cold…” That night repeated itself numerous times. On the next New Year’s, my family did not return to our hometown. My mother expressed that she could not bear to drive on that road and that she could not stand the sight of that rest stop anymore. She could not be in the presence of anything that would remind her of me.