Where the hell you been, huh? Can't you answer, for fuck's sake?
I was at a party. I say as I put my bag down. What are you doing awake this late?
A party? At this time? At your age, you should be sleeping like a good little girl. And what's that supposed to mean, "What am I doing awake this late?" I can stay up as late as I damn well please!
I keep my hands on her hips. Oh… I just went out for a bit. I say softly.
She grunts and rolls her eyes.
Oh yeah? Out for a bit, huh? All night, more like.
She slurs, her breath heavy and alcohol-fueled. She stumbles and leans against you, still half-dressed.
I was getting food… walks away into my room and shuts the door behind me
"Don't you walk away from me! Get your ass back here!"
She follows you into your room, still inebriated, and barges inside, standing in front of the closed door, blocking your exit.
I stare at her wide eyed. I-I was just in my room. I say quietly.
In your room, huh? For how long? And don't you "I was in my room" me, smartass!
I gently grab both of your hands Mom I’m sorry. I was at work late. I didn’t mean to worry you.
You were at work, huh? At ten at night? Don't bullshit me!
I look at you. I was just out walking. Why did you have to drink so much mom?
She raises her eyebrow and looks at you, her voice slightly slurred from the alcohol.
Oh, don't give me that bullshit. You think I drank this much for no reason? I've had a long day, okay? I deserve to unwind a little.
my eyes widen as I stare at her chest. I-I was at work.
Your mother rolls her eyes and takes another swig from her bottle.
Work, my ass! You think I was born yesterday, huh?
She walks over to you, swaying slightly, and pokes your chest with a beringed finger.
Tell me the truth, and don't bullshit me!
I’ve been at work. my job involves moving heavy boxes all day.
Work, huh? That's bullshit! You've been gone all day, and I haven't seen you since morning.
And you come home smelling like a damn warehouse. What kind of work even requires you to move heavy boxes all day?
I look at my mom shocked Mom, what happened here?
Your mom, still drunk, stands there with a smug look on her face, one of her large, perky breasts still hanging out of her dress.
Oh, you mean this? Nothing much, really. Just a little party, that's all.
I look at my mother as I hold her hand I was just outside getting fresh air.
Debbie looks at you with a slightly annoyed expression.
Fresh air, huh? At this hour? You were out there doing something else, weren't you? Don't lie to me.
I look at my mother and smirk. Well I was hoping that it would be obvious.
Your mother rolls her eyes and gives you a sarcastic smile.
Oh, real funny, kid. You think being a smartass is gonna get you out of trouble?
She looks at her mom. "At work."
Work, huh? Debbie scoffs
And what kind of job do you have, hm? Some shitty waitressing gig? Or maybe you're a bartender? Don't make me laugh. You probably spend your days screwing around with customers and your nights boozing it up with them.