I heard the front door slam shut. Mum was home. I lay in my bed wearing shorts as PJ's. I instantly woke up when hearing her. She wasn't alone. I didn't know whether or not this was the best time to talk to her, she'd probably be really drunk. Finally, I decided to get up. I checked my alarm clock, it read 3:30am. I crawled out of bed, picking up my T-shirt off from the floor. I slipped it on and walked outside of my bedroom. I saw two figures in the kitchen.
"Mum?" I asked, peeking round the corner.
"What the hell are you doing still awake!" She shouted, trying to unscrew the cork off a bottle.
"Ermm," I stuttered. "Somebody called for you?" I finally managed to say. I then decided it was a bad idea for me to be here, so I started walking back to my room, shoving my hands in the pockets of my shorts.
"Get back here," mum ordered. I didn't want to disobey her so I went back into the kitchen. "Who called?" She asked without blinking.
"I dunno, some Rolf dude?" I replied.
"Are you kidding Nathan! What did you tell him?!" She yelled.
"That you were out..." I panicked. I could tell by her stare that it wasn't the answer she was looking for.
"Should I leave?" The man mum came in with asked.
"What do you think Sherlock? Does it really look like I'm in the mood for going on a date right now?" She rhetorically asked him, pointing to the door for him to leave. "Eurgh I can't believe you told him I was out you idiot..." Mum shook her head, getting back to talking to me. I looked down at the floor.
"But you were out..." I replied quietly, hoping she didn't hear.
"What?" She said with anger in her voice. "I can't believe you! I came in here hoping to have a good night but then you come along and ruin it! I wish I never had you! You have no idea what kind of mess you just got this family into."
"What family?!" I shouted back. "This is no family! It's just me and you, always has been and always will be! I'm sorry, okay! How many times?" Mum looked up at me. I was scared, why did I have to open my mouth? She whacked the bottle of wine off the counter so that it would smash on the floor. Glass and wine went everywhere staining the carpet. I jumped with fear and tried shuffling back into my bedroom where I could block the door and never would have to come back out to see this monster. But she got to me before I managed to get to my bedroom. She grabbed hold of my shoulders, tugging me so hard it made bruises. I could feel her fingernails digging into my skin. She shook me back and forth whilst yelling, "you ruined my life", "I hate you", "leave!", "I wish you were never born". I started crying. She then threw me on the floor and kicked my stomach, only once but hard enough to make shout in pain.
"You're useless and weak," she mumbled, abandoning me in the kitchen and walking off into her bedroom. I felt relieved that she was gone, but nothing could stop the pain. I didn't move for a while because it would hurt if I did, so I just slept in the kitchen for the whole night.