I woke up at midday with a migraine and rubbed my head, groaning. I did my best to open the blinds, but the bright light pierced my eyes and I pulled them back down immediately. I slowly opened the door, trying to make as little noise as possible, afraid of my mother's reaction to what happened last night. I did promise that I wouldn't come back home drunk, but it's not like anything happened...
Muffled voices filled the stairway, but neither of them were my mom's. I crept down the stairs, slowly and quietly. I really do not want to face her right now, but the more I avoid it, the worse it will be later on. I was not as afraid of what she might do as I was of what she would say. My mother has a way with words that could make anyone feel like the most important being on the planet, as well
