.I hadn't taken the bait. We had dinner, where we talked about Christmas tomorrow, New Year's Eve party that her work friends were throwing and my fin...l exams that had not gone as well as I would have liked (mostly because I was preoccupied with fucking my mother, but I didn't tell her that).After dinner, I turned on Home Alone, our traditional Christmas movie, and turned around to see my Mom posing. Her sultry look telling me she was mine for the taking...all I had to do was take her.Yet, I. He would stumble around the house yelling and screaming at his wife and children, frequently slapping them around if he thought they weren't listening to his rants, or they were doing something he thought they shouldn't be doing. During her father's benders Nena always made sure she stayed as far away from him as possible so as not to expose herself to his drunken wrath.Nena's real name was Mary Helen, but her parents had always called her Nena, ever since she could remember. It's what everyone. The painkillers only dulled the pain and the cast on my leg was heavy and unfamiliar. Between all that and Mom coming in to check on me every couple of hours, the best I could do was doze off for a few minutes at a time. What little sleep I did get was filled with dreams of flying bicycles and blue-spotted clouds.In the morning, Mom brought breakfast and my meds to my room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she ruffled my hair. "How are you doing?" How am I doing?" I grumbled. "It's the third day. . It was late at night, the pale glow of my computer monitors the only thing that illuminated the room, discarded food containers and soda cans littering the desk upon which they were perched. I had been at it for hours, the sun had still been shining through my windows when I had begun, but now all that I could see through the panes was the night sky and a few solitary flakes of snow as they drifted lazily towards the ground.My hand was starting to cramp, perhaps it was time for a break. I.