Blackfeather Woods with weed, liquor, and sex

Backdated to August 6th

The boy had made it out in an impossible feat.
He didn't remember much afterward, only curling up, repeating sorry over and over to his Mother; he couldn't remember what she was doing.

Now, he was curled in the dark with her. His siblings were quiet, not knowing what to say.
He'd fallen asleep as soon as he'd got back but was now awake.
"Mamma." He quietly, tentatively, spoke.
"I'm sorry... for scaring you." He stared ahead, deeper into the darkness of the den. 
How could he ever make it up to his Mother -- the woman who cared and looked after him unconditionally -- for such a reckless moment.
He held his breath, waiting.