Chapter 41
Noah took a deep breath as he packed outside his home, a place that was once full of joy and light, was now dark like it house a pissed off ghost.
As he came in with the terrified look on the savants faced he could tell his mother was in a foul mood, probably drunk, great, how will he talk to her? No matter, she has no choice because she needed to hear all that he was going to be saying, either she liked it or not.
Without wasting much time, Noah matched to the inner room, his mother favorite sport; he walked over the bar where she was sitting.
"Mother you……." before he could finish his sentence, a heavy filled bottle of vodka went flying past his head, thank God for his good reflexes, he would have gotten a split skull, if it didn't kill him on the spot.
Seriously "Wow mo
