"Mom?" I called out as I walked through the open front door. The pungent smell of alcohol permeated from the living room. I sighed and dropped my jacket and keys on the floor. All I'd wanted was to come home after a long shift at work, shower, eat and crash into my bed while watching some crap TV. It had been a hopeful wish, but one I hadn't exactly expected to come true. Mom had been falling apart ever since my father had died in my senior year of high school two years prior. It had been sudden, one minute he was here, and the next he collapsed and never regained consciousness. He had only been 49.
At first Mom attempted to hold it together, but I guess over time her world just lost purpose, she closed off and supplemented her pain with liquor. I'd tried sending her to rehab, and although her drunken ranting had burned me to my very core, and although she screamed that she hated me as they took her away I had hoped she would return to me as the mom I remembered.
She was clean for a while, we never spoke of the night she had been taken away, but I could tell she was sorry in her own way, but then the anniversary of Dad's death arrived and I came home to find her comatose with an empty bottle of wine at her side. That was six months ago.
"Mom?" I whispered, walking into the living room. She sat on the couch, awake but not really there. "Mom. Come on, let's get you in the shower and into bed."
She glanced up at me, her green eyes sunken in, she nodded and let her head loll forward. I aided her to stand and guided her up the stairs. With my help she showered, dressed and far too drunk to protest, eventually rolled into bed. I walked from her room and closed the door behind me, suddenly too wired to sleep.
I walked into my room and pushed open the balcony doors. I smiled sadly at the spot where Seb used to stand and listen to my youthful problems. I had missed it these past 5 years. We had talked, sent emails and texts for the first year or so although our one kiss was never discussed, but then those dwindled out, until at some point we just lost touch. He never came home, not even when my father died.
The light in Seb's room flicked on, bathing my balcony in light. I frowned and looked at the glass doors. The curtains opened and his mother Anne walked out. She smiled at me.
"How are you?" She murmured. "I haven't seen you much recently."
I nodded and looked down at the ground. The savings account was officially bone dry, I'd been working so much overtime down at the diner I was almost there more than I was home. My feet were always sore and my mind was in a constant state of exhaustion, but the bills needed to be paid.
"I've been working." I replied. "How are you... how's Ted?"
"We're both well dear. You know you can always pop over for a chat. I know things haven't been easy for you."
I forced the tears that had begun to line my eyes back. I wasn't going to cry. I couldn't afford to let my emotions get the better of me. "Thank you." I mewed.
"I'm just in here sorting out Sebastian's room. I've been storing old boxes in here." She explained. "You two don't really talk anymore do you?"
I shook my head, I wished it wasn't the case because I really needed him right now, or maybe I just needed my youth back.
"Well, he's coming through for Ted's 60th. Staying for two whole weeks. He's bringing a girlfriend as well."
I didn't know whether to be happy, excited, nervous or jealous. I'd long forced thoughts of Sebastian and that kiss from my mind. Even though sometimes the memories resurfaced I knew my thoughts were the direct result of wanting to escape my life as it currently stood. I nodded and look back up at Anne.
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In The EndRomance
At fifteen, the worst thing ever to happen to Emelia Evans' was her best friend Sebastian leaving for college. After a surprising kiss that was never discussed their friendship suffered and they lost touch. Fast forward five years and Emelia has los...