Chapter 2

9 month ago

Mariah, get your ass right down here now! my mother growled, I ran for my life towards the kitchen.

Part of me feared my mothers actions. Her temperament was never pretty.

I looked around to see cans of beer scattered all over the floor and the counters. I stared at all the mess for a minute. What are you waiting for? Go on clean it up she slurred leaning against the fridge to hold her balance.

Her being drunk never did her any justice it just made her more violent and emotional.

My mother was a drunken alcoholic but, also a major drug addict and worthless women might I add.

After my father's death she became into some type of psychotic mother. Sympathy was all she wanted and it was all she received. Her hate for me begun because my sympathy for my mother was never there.