20
Blake
“Mom? What are you doing here?” I asked. She wasn’t leaning against the post, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t drunk. She didn’t usually get wasted during the week, but there were no guarantees on that either. She usually didn’t throw up on my couch, so I was out of promises when it came to my mother.
“I wanted to talk to you. Hi, Ian. How are you?”
“I’m good, Ms. Dewitt. How are you?”
She smiled at him and noticed his arm around my waist. I’d gotten so used to Ian touching me that I didn’t even realize he was until my mom did. I thought about stepping away from him, but his touch brought me comfort. He wasn’t shying away from my mom or the messy parts of my life. He was standing strong beside me.
“I’m doing better than the last time we saw each other. I’m sorry for the way I
