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bottle to take another drink, and suddenly, the glass bottle shattered into a million tiny pieces, whisk ey, glass and blood all fel l to the carpet.
    My mom slurred curse words as she held her hand. “Don’t just stand there. Get me something!” She yelled.
    I stood there frozen. I was staring at the woman who wasn’t really my mom… I was sick of this person – I just wanted my mom back.
    I turned my back towards her and headed to the front door, unwilling to talk to her, or help her. I just wanted to get out of there, away from her. I had to think.
    “Don’t walk out that door!” She screamed behind me.
    I didn’t waiver, I walked out, slamming the door behind me. When I slammed the door, the light bulb on the front porch shattered… I didn’t think I shut the door that hard, bu t I was pretty mad, so maybe I shut it harder than I realized. I started walking down the street. I didn’t know where I was going, but I had to go somewhere.
    My phone in my pocket started buzzing. I figured it was my mom calling from our house phone. As I went to hit “ignore”, I realized it was Jason calling, so I answered.
    “Hello,” my voice was shaky.
    “What’s wrong?” I could hear the panic i n Jason’s voice.
    “It’s just… my mom!” I yelled through the phone at him. “She’s drunk again, and I just can’ t take it anymore. I want my real mom back … I just left. I can’t go back there tonight, I just can’t.”
    “Where are you?” he asked.
    “I’m a couple blocks away from my house,” I answered.
    “Stay there,” he demanded, and hung up the phone.
    2 minutes later, Jason pulled up beside me in his car and I got in. Unable to hold the tears any longer, I cried into his shoulder while he held me. I cried there for about 5 minutes before I said anything.
    “I’m sorry. ”
    He pushed my hair behind my ear. “It’s ok, Sof, I promise.”
    “You don’t have to stay here with me. You can go home. I’ll go somewhere and sleep in my truck.”
    He put his car in first gear and sped off. “You are not sleeping in your car. You’re coming to my house.”
    “What about your parents?”
    “They’re never home.” I could hear a double meaning in his voice, but I didn’t push the subject. “You can sleep in my bed.”
    I gasped.
    “I will sleep on the couch,” he promised.
    “That doesn’t seem very fair to you,” I protested.
    “Haven’t you realized by now that I would do anything for you?” His voice was soft and sincere. I knew that he truly meant what he said.
    “Thank you,” I said back lamely.
    What do you say to somebody who says that to you? Really, since the death of my father, nobody has truly cared about me. Sure, I know my mom cares , but she cares about her addictions more than me …  All I’ve wanted in life was for somebody to truly care about me, and for somebody to love me. And here he is, right in front of me, and all I can think is: I hope he doesn’t hurt me.
    I’ve put up walls and barriers around my heart, and I’ve done it for a reason. It sucks losing somebody you love to death… Not only did I lose my dad, but I lost my mom too. Drugs and alcohol have changed her for the worst, and there is nothing that I can do to help her.
    It sucks. Period.
     
    …
     
    When I woke up on Saturday morning, I was in a strange bed. I tried to think where I was. The last thing I remember ed w as being in Jason’s car.
    Did he carry me in here? Surely not.
    I looked around the large room. I lay in the middle of the softest king sized bed, ever. It had a gray comforter and white sheets. I could stay here all day.
    The walls were plain white, but had several posters of different bands I didn’t recognize. In the corner was an electric guitar. I would have gone to pick it up, but it looked expensive.
    “Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Jason greeted me as he walked in . “I was wondering when you were going to wake up.”
    I glanced at the clock on the wall. 10:30