Reasons to Live

Chapter 2

Coming home wasn't much of a thrill either. Not surprisingly my mom was still passed out on the couch. A teady breath was the only thing that made her look alive. The blonde locks on her head were endlessly knotted and he lips were chapped from dehydration and all the alcohol. An overwhelming stench wafted my way and I knew it was time to begin the never ending list of chores. First on the list was to clean up the mess my mother and her newest boyfriend left.. it was disgusting. The smell was of beer and hairspray, not a pleasant mixture.

As I kept cleaning I heard a muffled voice coming from the living room. My heartbeat quickened as I peaked my head in to see my mother finally waking up, before I finished all my chores. This wasn't going to be pleasant... 
"Jessa...?"

“Hey mom..” I replied.

“Have you done all your chores?” She grunted.

“Not yet...” I quietly whispered. My voice began to tremble because I knew what was coming next.

“Excuse me?!” She was beginning to wake up…

“I’m sorry I’m almost finished.” I quickly busted out.

“Child you’re in big trouble!”

The rest was a tad of a blur but memories of her smacking me and screaming still ran through my head. The pounding headache was hard to forget. I was sitting in my small room rubbing the sore spot on my face when I heard the doorbell ring. It was Chase. He was about the 5th boyfriend this year and wasn't better then any of the rest of them. His tall stature and untrimmed face gave a threatening demeanor. It was hard to feel sorrow for my mom since she was always running around to different guys and never paying me the slightest bit of attention as her daughter.

My heart beat rapidly as tears welled up in my eyes. This couldn't be what god had planned for me. However though, with my luck of life I was beginning to doubt such thing as a god.