I looked up at the woman I called my mother, her eyes bloodshot and her face bright red. Even at 7, I knew there had to be something wrong with her, and with the scattered empty beer bottles around the house, and the half empty one she was gripping, it made sense that that thing had something to do with alcohol. It seemed like she didn't know what to say for a long moment, but eventually she opened her mouth, her disgusting breath hitting my face.

"You are a disgrace! I cannot believe the amount of disrespect I have gotten from my own child! I gave you life!" I said nothing. I didn't know what to say, and saying the wrong thing could be worse than not responding at all. I shifted my eyes towards the staircase, and I saw my brother, Sawyer, standing there peering at us. Seeing my face, my mother did the same, but he quickly moved out of sight. 

It was silent for a few moments, and eventually she just pushed me aside, and went into her bedroom, and after another few moments, I walked up the stairs to my room. Sawyer had already been waiting there on his bed, reading a book. He doesn't say anything either, and I just laid down and tried to go to sleep. Following that situation, I obviously couldn't sleep, so I just sat there with my own thoughts. I really tried to believe that my mother was a good person, and she was just like this because my father left us, but deep down we both knew that it was because of me.

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authors note - im aware this isnt good but i didnt know what to put here or in chapter one so the next chapter should be a lot better, and the next chapters will likely be longer so. dont forget to vote for this part kjvkjsvjbvk!!