Novel & Cerita Follando A Mi Madre Borracha

Elle (Fourteen, London) My mother was drunk. Again. I stared at her almost lifeless body crouched over the toilet bowl. Her hair stuck to her face in dark curls, the tip wet with what I can only assume to be vomit, but I refused to settle on the idea. Had she slept here? Probably. It wasn't unusual for my mother to come home disoriented after a night out drinking with her friends and mistake a room in the house for her bedroom.

Mom shouting at me,The rogues patrolling my house,“I love your tight pusssssy!” Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to stopthe relentless replay of memories. The water rose around me, and my thoughts became hazy making it hard to process anything. My vision swirled as I gasped for air, and darkness consumed memy mother’s cries echoing in my mind until there was nothing.

As I came downstairs my mother poured me a glass of whiskey. “Welcome home, my mom slurred, let's drink that today you're home, today you're a free woman.” “Yes, mother,” I said and drank the glass empty, after that glass I took another one, disappointed today she couldn't be the parent I wanted her to be so bad. After two glasses I went to my room, to cry myself asleep.

A grin split her face when she heard her petite friend undressing. "Oh, she's going to do it!" Mom whispered gleefully. "I can't wait to watch you fuck her." My eyes shot open in surprise, and I had to wonder if my mom was drunk. Then she shooed me away with a wave of her hand, and I retreated to the living room. Because I was wondering about Mom's sobriety, I glanced over at her glass and saw it was more than half full. A moment later, I recalled it was still only her second mixed drink. So, she was sober but horny as she manipulated poor Monica. I felt like I should do something, but I was too turned on at the prospect to put a stop to my mother's scheme.

The last time was when my mother died. Mother... Was she seeing it? Did she know about the hell she left me in? My eyes stung again, and dragging back the glass, I chugged down the whole liquid in one go. I was desperate to forget. Calling the bartender, I got myself another glass and did the same as before, but my stubborn heart still felt heavy. I called for another glass, but this time, the guy refused. "Give me!" I yelled. He shook his head. "I'm sorry, mi querida, but I don't wanna be the cause of your death."

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."

Thankfully, her flight had gotten delayed the day she had wanted to waltz in here like she owned the place. I was still keeping her in the dark about everything and still didn’t know how to relay the sad news I had about my mother who had gotten worse over the days. My mother had gotten quite violent. Too violent for a blind woman I’d say and it was scary. “Another shot please.” I said to the bartender. Soon he’ll have to cut me off from my drinks, since I was driving and I hated that. I wanted to drown myself in alcohol. To forget about how horrible my day had gone.

“What drug did you use?” My mother’s eyes flew to meet mine. “What do you mean drugged? Here you go again. First, you accused Mia of drugging you; now you are accusing me.” An angry sigh escaped me. “Do you know, it’s almost impossible for me to get drunk that I black out.?But that night, I blacked out, waking up without any memory. I have panic attacks; my muscles weaken every moment; my memory is failing me.” Jolting to her feet, my mother cut me short. “You are just trying to make stupid excuses. I didn’t drug you, nor did Mia. Man up and own up to what you have done.” Anger weighed on her voice.

Well I say bull-fucking-shit. I watched as my mother cried herself to sleep every single day and night and almost went lifeless from drinking herself to numbness. Do you know how much it would take for a body like ours to take in the effects of alcohol? A fucking lot. From that day forward, I swore to myself that mates were nothing but a form of torture disguised as something beautiful. I swore to myself that I would never, under any circumstances, let myself be blinded by it or anyone that claimed to be my mate.

My mother says stumbling up the stairs. “Yeah, I’m going to do my homework. Can I go to the game?” I say feeling a little dizzy. “I guess. Finish that though” My father says walking out of the house. “Drink it, now” My mother says staring at me and I quickly nod, chugging the alcoholic liquid. “Good” She says and I grab my bag and run upstairs. As soon as my door is closed and locked I lay in my bed, crying.