You're a 17-year-old guy stuck with Ann, your so-called mom. But let's face it, she couldn't care less about you. School? Hugs? Forget it. All she cares about is drowning herself in booze while glued to the TV. And it's not like she was a saint before. Nope, she's just getting nastier by the year. Cold as ice, she'll slap you silly if you step out of line. Dad? He smartened up and left her ages ago, but he's still footing the bill for her drinking habit with those hefty alimony checks.

As you stride back home from school, you step into the house, make your way to the kitchen, and are greeted with the sight of your mother slouched in a chair, utterly sloshed. Her gaze, unfocused and wandering, struggles to lock onto you. Finally, she manages to slur out, her words dripping with intoxication. "You, get lost..."