A/N: Like I said, it's based on a true story, sadly... I changed it though. It's only BASED on what happened. Read and review my followers <3

I looked outside and saw the rain just pouring down on my little sisters brand new bike.

"Laura, you know you left your bike in the driveway, don't you?" I asked her as she ran through the dining room.

"What?!" she yelled and ran out the garage door. That girl is just a big ball of energy, and that's probably why mom just let me here to babysit her while she went out and partied. Which reminded me, I needed to try and get ahold of her.

I picked up my phone and went to recent calls. The past three calls have been to her, scattered out through the past 5 hourse she's been gone. I pressed send and pressed the phone against my ear.

As it rang my sister burst inside.

"Why didn't you get the bike earlier?!" she yelled. I shushed her and pointed to the phone in my ear which made her huff away towards her bedroom.

"Hey, it's Sue, I can't get to the phone so leave a message after the beep," my mom's voicemail played.

"Hey, mom, this is the fourth time I've called you. Answer your phone, bye." I clicked the phone off and got up from the bench I was sitting on.

I hate when she does this. She's been doing this every since dad died. Every other night she would go out and get drunk, never leaving a note, never answering a call, and very rarely calling back. She's left for days at a time too; it's just like she doesn't even care what happens to us.

I walked over to the computer desk in the office next to the living room.

Opening up the instant messaging window I saw a message my friend Jeremy sent about five minutes ago.

jjthebigpain: hey, what's up? =)

I messaged back.

charrstar23: moms gone. laura is OFF THE WALLS.

jjthebigpain: that sucks. do you think your mom'll be home tommorrow?

chaarrstar23: maybe. you never know with her. i'm getting so sick of it.

jjthebigpain: you should call someone tomorrow...maybe your gran?

charrstar23: if i'm calling anyone it'll be my dads mom. my moms mom does NOT need to get into this.

jjthebigpain: have you talked to her lately?

charrstar23: just the other day actually. she called to see how i was doing.

jjthebigpain: well then you deffinately should call her if she's not home.

charrstar23: i think i will. well i gtg, i've got french fries in the oven.

jjthebigpain: byezz and call me tomorrow.

charrstar23: kk. night

[Systm Mssg: charrstar23 is offline]

"Laura, the french fries are done," I yelled in the direction of his room.

"What else are we having?" she asked as she made her way down the hall to the dining room.

"Tomato soup," I said, getting the french fries out of the oven and setting them on the stovetop. "If you want any grilled cheese or something I'll make some."

"No thanks," she said as she sat down.

"What's wrong?" I asked. The clang of dishes hitting the counter was really starting to ring in my ears lately. I guess it's because theres only two dishes now instead of four.

"Mom," she curtly answered.

"I know. If she isn't home tomorrow I'm calling Nanna, okay?" I said to try to comfort her.

"Nanna? Not Gran?" she asked.

"Do you really want to get Gran into this? She'd make a big mess of this. If we call Nanna we can go over there and mom would never know what happened," I said.

"You mean just leave?" she asked, seeming to be a little nervous.

"We'd leave a note, and don't worry, it'd be okay." I rubbed her shoulder and put the plate of french fries on the table then headed back over to the stove to make the soup.

"But we'd just leave?"

I sighed as I poured the soup into the pan.

"She'd file for custody. Or something like that. Gran would just put us back with mom, and it's not like I don't want to be with mom but I don't want to live like this until I graduate and I don't want to worry about you after I do," I said.

"You think this'll last that long?" she asked apprehensively.

"It's been going on for two years. I don't think she'll stop now. We've tried telling her, you know that."

The next morning I awoke to a Weezer song blaring out of my iHome.

I went to mom's bedroom and knocked. I opened the door and no one was there. I walked out to the living room to see if she was too drunk to make it to her room last night. No one was there. I walked to the garage not expecting to see a car, and guess what? There was no car there.

"Laura," I said knocking on her bedroom door.

"What?" she asked, groggily.

"Mom isn't home. I'm going to call Nanna."

I heard her bed creek as she got up and opened the door.

The pink and butterfly-ness enveloped me as her door flew open.

"Does that mean we're leaving?"

"Probably."

We were packed as Nanna called from her cell phone letting us know she'd be there in a few minutes and to be ready. I checked my purse for keys, phone, phone charger... I checked my backpack and made sure I had all my homework and my laptop. I knew I had everything else.

"I'm sorry, Butterfly," I told Laura, calling her my old nickname for her as I stroked her hair.