Innocence Taken part 2
Mom walked slowly into the kitchen dragging her feet. She began pulling things from the cupboard to prepare our lunch. Her hair was still a mess and her tired low-pitch voice told me she was still hungover. Dad was still in the bedroom sleeping it off. “So how did you guys like your new babysitter?” She mumbled. “Same as all the rest.” Charlie said indifferently. “I really liked him mommy. He was lots of fun.” I said this as images from the night before replayed in my mind. “That’s great sweetie! I know Davy really likes playing with you kids.” She turned to Charlie, “Charlie, go wake your dad up and tell him it’s time to eat.” “He’s not my dad.” Charlie stormed away. My real dad died when I was just a baby. Doug …