“Adalyn!”
Mom’s screech flies upstairs and through my shut door, waking me way too soon for what could be considered remotely okay. I roll over, eyeing my clock beside the bed, and groan, feeling and despising the effects of only four hours of sleep. This is child cruelty, but it’s not even that she’s aware of what time I came home. This is simply my mother being my mother.
Now going out doesn’t seem like such a great idea. Not when I didn’t get home until nearly five in the morning. Thanks to a spell, the awful effects of a hangover are not my concern, but the lack of sleep is a b***h.
My feet drag through the thick carpet on my way to the bathroom where I quickly wash my face, hoping the cool water does something to my insides. Something like wake me up and prepare me for Mom. I’d sho
