Follando A Mi Madre Borracha Novels & Stories

“As long as I’m alive, that woman doesn’t set foot in this house.” Daddy got angry all of a sudden and smashed the glass on the floor. It shattered, and a shard cut Mommy’s calf, and the blood ran out. I burst into tears and ran out of the room, screaming, “My cup!” Mommy rushed over right away and scooped me up. Auntie Benita came too. “Don’t cry, Isa. Auntie will buy you ten more just like it.” I screamed at her to go away. She didn’t understand anything.

I’m not in the mood for questions. The bar’s dim lights and the bitter scent of alcohol hit me as I walk in. I take a seat, order whiskey, and down the first glass in one shot. The burn feels good. Sharp. Something real. Felix shows up a few minutes later, sliding into the seat across from me. His eyes sweep over my face, reading the misery I didn’t bother to hide. "What's going on?" he asks, his voice low but firm. I don’t answer right away. I take another shot, letting the alcohol sear through me, before finally speaking. "My mother... She needs surgery. Spinal shit. Fifty-fifty chance of survival."

The door swung open, its whining sound grating on my nerves. The smell of alcohol lingered in the air. Stale and putrid. I marched past the living room and towards my mother’s room. I needed to find those photos or anything that could help. On my way, I passed by the kitchen. A memory resurfaced before I could stop it. My father is yelling. Plates smashing. My mother huddled in a corner, a bottle in her hand. Alcohol. She sat. Saying nothing. Doing nothing. Swallowing hard, I held onto the nearest wall before continuing into the house.

Sadly I forgot to bring my wallet or phone, I left with only my coat because everything was in my bag in the doctor lounge and I just realized. As if my misfortune tonight wasn't enough, it suddenly started raining which forced me to go inside one of the hotels. Luckily my clothes weren't too wet so I was allowed to enter their bar. I need to vent my frustration tonight because there's no way I'm going to tell my mother that I broke up with Matthew. So I asked the bartender to prepare any drinks. Honestly, I hate this method because I've never touched alcoholic beverages before because I don't want to end up like my father who became an addict and spent the rest of his life in rehab.

"I—I caught him last night. On the couch. With a maid." Silence. Then— "He *what*?" My mother’s voice was ice. Tears spilled down my cheeks. "I don’t know what to do, Mom. He says it was the alcohol, but I—" My voice broke, and I covered my mouth, trying to stifle the sob threatening to escape. When my mother spoke again, her tone was furious. "I’m coming over." I wiped at my face. "Mom, you don’t have to—" "I said, I’m coming over," she snapped. "Stay where you are. I’ll be there soon."

She smiled as she exited, holding the doorknob. .……………………………………………………………………………. "Mama, why don't you hold my neck instead?" "You should not have drunk so much. The doctor has advised you not to touch it. Ellya supported her drunken mother as she walked into her room. "I know Ella, but those rascals insulted me. Me, Me the mother of a rockstar, wife of Michael stone a powerful businessman." "How could they. Rascals." She threw her sandals, drunk and unsteady, and fell onto the sofa.

She mumbled against her skin causing Maya to burst into another peal of laughter. After a lot of struggling, she managed to get the two tipsy women out the door and then out of the karaoke bar. She'd called Alex a while back and the moment she broke the news to him, he'd gone into a total panic mode and Maya feared she had done more than she should've. She was well aware of Alex's disdain towards alcohol and now she had gotten his mother drunk. "Mija¡ What are we waiting out here for!? I'm cold!" Her mother whined and she groaned, tightening her arm around her mother's waist.

"Leave me alone Mom! You and dad are just the same!" I laid down on the carpeted floor as my mother sat in the corner watching and listening me blabbering in my drunken state. "I hate you all! I know you made her leave me.... I need you baby, please come back... pleaseee.." I was blabbering until I fell asleep. Mom called Dad to help her to carry me onto my bed. I was still blabbering. Mom cleaned and changed my clothes. "Shasha please baby come home.... I'm not angry with you..."

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.

Go home now or I'll go there and drag you all the way here? Before I could even say anything again, mom already ended the call. I grabbed the other bottle of whiskey and drank straight from it again. I don't even know why but it feels like no matter how much I want to get drunk, liquors just couldn't make me drunk enough to forget about everything. "Look at your careless son again, Reynolds. He's drunk again!" mom welcomed me with her nagging as soon as I got home. "Where have you been, huh?" Dad asked me.