Chapter 118 : Vodka

Smack! My body fell to the floor and my head rang as my cheek hit the cold tiles. I could taste the blood filling my mouth as I had bit down on my lip in the process; I spat it out onto the floor. Why the hell should I worry about her floor when she was kicking the fucking shit out of me?

“What the fuck are you doing to my fucking new floor you little bloody bitch?”  My mum shouted bending down over my broken bent body getting centimeters from my face. “I should make you lick it up you bitch!” She shouted picking up my head by the hair and smearing my face in the bloody spit. Mum got back up to her feet and grabbed the half empty bottle of vodka off the side. Swaying she unscrewed the cap and raised the bottle in the air drinking deeply until she drained the very last drips from the ends of the bottle.

“You do this to me you bitch.” She yelled again swaying over me “You killed your sister and now you are trying to do it to me aren’t you!” She slurred again before smashing the vodka bottle centimeters from my head.

The glass shattered into many pieces beside me and as my mum swayed out of the kitchen and back into the living room to fall unconscious upon the old thread bear nicotine stained cream and blue leather sofa. I took up the biggest piece of glass and cut thin little lines of red into my wrist letting the blood drip to the floor into a sizable puddle. I hated myself for doing it but it had been as natural as breathing to start cutting, the only problem was there was no way I wanted to bleed for her