Like Mother; Like Son
( @kane--sharpe )
Honesty was the best policy. Bullshit! Avoiding the situation was no good for her, but honesty was turning into no good for anyone else. She sat in the dark living room, staring at her phone. Did she text him? She wanted too, but what was she going to say? She usually didn’t drink the hard liquor, but after she put Keegan to bed, she had gotten the bottle of Irish Whisky from the cabinet.
She swirled the liquid in the glass, staring into it. This was her second glass. It wasn’t making her feel better though. When the front door opened, she looked up. Had he come back? Then she saw Kane. She had forgotten. Shit. She should have gone to her room. She didn’t want him to see her like this. She stood up, picking the bottle up off the table, hoping to sneak it back into the kitchen before he saw. Sometimes even though they were adults, she forgot and still wanted to protect them from the bad things in life.
