Ch 21
Julia Thomas
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I drag my mother, wanting to drop her at the door,
Nate stayed behind in the car
The whole drive was filled with the mutters and laughs of my mother, clearly not being sane
She was too intoxicated, and I was burning with so many feelings inside me
I didn't know how I was holding on to anymore
The night felt so dirty that I wanted to swallow up
But he stayed quiet, his harsh breaths, the rash driving
His eyes narrowed at the door
Clearly he was agitated
It's just the way he breathed…
So heavy
His eyes, staring deeper at the road.
Not sparing a glance elsewhere…
And I felt weak
I threw her kneels aside, as I dropped her bag on the floor
She felt heavy, and I couldn't hold her anymore.
I was barely holding on to myself
I could call Tammy
