"Hi," I said to my mom as I crawled inside after school, closing the car door with a soft thud behind me. I gave her a quick sideways hug but she didn't respond, she just gripped the steering wheel tighter.
"Mom?" I asked, a small frown etching my lips.
"Shut up," was all she said. Goosebumps formed on my skin but I ignored them.
"Okay..." I said softly, turning on the radio.she hit the button forcefully causing the music to come to a halt. I looked over at her.
".. Are you drunk?!"
Her knuckles turned white.
"Mom, that's illegal!" I shouted.
"And I said to shut the hell up!" She yelled back. I felt my heart go numb. I couldn't believe it. What had happened. Tears pricked my eyes.
"Mom, you can't do this!" I screamed at her, fresh hot tears slowly dribbling down my face. All of a sudden my cheek was on fire. I grasped and my fingers grazed the sting, my eyes widening in shock as I stared at my mother, her hand still up.
I remembered the Christmases, where my dad would videotape and she would wait in excitement for me to open the presents she had picked out.
I remembered how my dad pushed me out as I rode my bike for the first time and she held her arms out. 'I'll always catch you,' she told me.
Then I was brought back to reality.
"How did this happen?" I whispered, and she began to sob heavily. When we parked in the driveway she choked out, "just get in the damn house." And she didn't have to tell me, I was already there.