As I landed on my knees, the bottle went spinning out behind me, resulting in a loud, metallic clink as it came into contact with other bottles that must have been left on the floor.
I rolled onto my side, clutching at my knee and biting my lip while trying desperately to not add any more noise to the midnight cacophony. Exactly how many fucking bottles of alcohol had mother left out this time? At least she might be wasted enough not to notice this clamor. I peered down the now dimly lit hallway toward her bedroom, not seeing any signs that I had immediately roused mother from her slumber.
