So how did that turn into this?: "Rachel you left at 8:30 last night, it is freaking 5:00 into the next day. Have you been sleeping around!" Mum's voice was so concerned and disapointed, I wanted to cry. Rachel rolls her eyes, sitting her purse down, she stands up and wobbles a bit as her knees buckle to get to her mom, she was obviously drunk.
"Mother, mother, mother... let's not get on your predicament shall we?" Dad breaks the table glass decoration and storms out. "I knew it!"