#Chapter5

" he had enough of you yet " her voice calls out from the kitchen. Her voice just rings alarm bells in my head. I step into the kitchen and automatically get a whiff of the stench of alcohol.

"You're drinking again, " I say . I'm definitely stepping on egg shells right now. When she hears me she spins around and I'm greeted with my mother, the alcoholic.

She has her wine glass in her left hand whilst she holds a cigarette in her right.

My mum was never a smoker she actually stopped talking to my father altogether when she caught him a few years ago. But...