Eliza's pov:
"ELIZABETH, GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE," Zara screamed at me from downstairs. I sigh as I close my book. I go downstairs to find Zara on the ground with a bottle of vodka in her hand.
"Yes Zara, how can I help you?" I asked her in a sweet tone.
"Make me some breakfast, your father has already left and you need to go to school since your a nerd," Zara gulped her drink.
"Of course," I smiled as I started making her breakfast.
"You know, imagine if your mother came back, to see you but when she sees who you really are, she'll leave like the first time," Zara snickered.
I tried not to punch her right there. Zara knew bringing up my mother would trigger me, she does it a lot since she loves to hurt me.
"Would you like alcohol in your pancakes, Zara?" I asked her.
"A lot, if I d
