Vincent's POV
"Damn it." I groaned as I laid my head on my arms on the table. Dad went quickly to work today so he could get played extra, so he wouldn't get in trouble, and also because he didn't want to hear me.
"Honey." Mom said coming down stairs in a robe rubbing her eyes.
"Dad just left." I said groaning.
"I know, I was talking to you."she said sitting at the table across from me.
"Mom, I've failed again." I groaned.
"I'm sorry, did Sammie reject you?"she said yawning.
"Huh?!" I said sitting up to look at her. But she was asleep. "Mom you'll catch a cold." I said standing up.
It took a while to get mom up the stairs. I practicality had to throw her in the bed. I covered her up with the cover. When I came into the kitchen my phone beeped. I looked at it. Dad sent me something.
