Her eyes filled with tears ready to burst out in one blink. .
" Sure you were,"" said her mother, just like a prosecutor in the middle of court about to make its case by ripping the defense apart. Laura gripped the laundry basket even harder her palms were sweating, her body feeling weak, her knees starting to shake and her stomach tied in vicious knots twisting her will. .
" Of course you were, every night you are, yet when I wake up you're never here. Then you try to sneak into the house with your pajamas on and tell me you went for a walk!- her mother exclaimed with a tone of irony. Her voice loud and vulgar, she had obviously been drinking.
"Shut up! Both of you!- her father yelled from the living room where he sat lazingly on the couch. He held a beer in one hand and the T.V. remote in the other. He had until now been trying to ignore them, while watching his favorite football team lose, his face now filled with disgust. .
Laura took her only chance; she dropped the laundry basket and immediately ran to her room. She slammed the door shut and locked it as fast as she could. Her mother chased after her knocking at the door intensely, like a hammer hitting the wall in a moment of confusion and paranoia. It was a constant thud getting louder and louder making her heart beat faster to the point where it seemed it would explode inside her. Sweat ran down her forehead, her mother at the other side yelling and pounding, then suddenly . It stopped. She opened the door only to find her mother passed out at the other end. She closed the door and cuddled herself on the floor crying. She fell asleep.
The sun was in her face, Laura opened her eyes slowly blinking to see her surroundings, She was back again. Laura stared at the old abandoned house, it was a mess. It was like she was in the middle of the dustbowl and there had been a disastrous tornado in the house; causing the once beautiful furniture to be wrecked and leaving only their sad appearance to mourn for eternity.
