Myanna's POV
As Much As I Hated To Say This. I Hated Coming Home After School. And I Would Try To Avoid Coming Home. My Mom Would Always Be Layed Up On The Couch Smoking A Cigarette Or Having 6 Packs Of Beer Bottles Sprawled Out On The Floor.. There Was Never A Day Where She Wasn't Drunk. Except The Days That We Would Pick Up Rocks And Throw Them Into The Lake Or When We Would Feed The Geese That Would Always Come Around Our Apartment Building .
I Walked Inside the House And A Cloud Of Smoke Immediately Hit My Face , Although.... I Didn't See My Mom, I Saw A Bunch Of Men Sitting On Chairs And Our Couch In The Center Of The Living Room. I Inspected The Room A Little And I Knew It Wasn't Safe To Be At Home right Now.. So I Quickly Ran Out Of The House Before One Of The Guys Saw Me .
I Was Immediately Terrified . I Didn't Know Where My Mom Was And Why Those Men Were In Our House. But I Ignored It, I Couldn't Stay There ... At least Not Now.
I Ran Up To The Community Center And Bought Me Some Chips And A Soda From Out Of The Vending Machine Before Heading Over To The Den To Watch Some TV .
I Quickly Finished My Soda And Chips And Disposed It In The Trash. I Got Comfortable And Decided To Take A Little Nap .
~40 minutes later ~
I Was Woken Up By A Soft Slap On My Arm. I Rubbed My Eyes Before Looking Up And Seeing My Moms Besfriend , She Looked Like Something Was Troubling Her ..
"Myanna Baby... I Think Your Gonna Have To Stay With Me For Awhile... Your Mom Is In The Hospital ..." The Tears That She Had Been Holding In Finally Fell.. Sure I Was Hurt..
But I Had No Tears To Cry....
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