>i check my phone and curse
>its past curfew
>maybe mom will be working late again
>but as my house comes into view I see her car in the driveway
>fuck
>I step up to the front door and inhale
>mentally preparing myself for the parental tongue lashing
>I open the door
>"hey mom, sorry I'm late! Me and amber were working on a project and we lost track of time"
>a partial truth
>we had finished hours ago
>I had just spent the rest of the time hanging out with my friends
>I pause
>silence
>my heart sinks
>there's only one reason my ear holes aren't being blistered by a stern trigga mom
>i round the corner to the living room
>my fear is confirmed
>mom is slumped in the couch
>still wearing her business suit
>next to her are two empty bottles of wine
>shes passed out snoring lightly
>I sigh
>as I get closer the stink of alcohol grows stronger
>I squat, put my arms around her, and lift
>mom snorts and mumbles something
>but shes still out of it
>I drag her to her room without stumbling
>I've had lots of practice
>I drop her on her bed gently as possible
>I take off her suit so she doesn't tear it in her sleep
>I also remove her horn and crest jewelry
>don't need a piercing torn in the night
>I hang up the suit after I finish undressing mom
>it fits right in with all the other female business clothing
>for some reason the sight of it all makes me sick
>its all mom ever does
>go to work
>come home
>sleep
>now she's sandwiched drinking between work and sleep
>obviously that's more important than preparing dinner for her daughter
>last time I had a home cooked meal was months ago
>yeah it sucked but at least mom had tried
>now its just premade salads from dinomart
>I try not to be bitter about it
>mom works extra hard to make sure we want for nothing
>all my hobbies and interests are quickly bankrolled
>no way I would be so into inventing stuff if mom hadn't spent big bucks on all those science project kits
>still...