Shot In The Heart

Chapter Two

"I asked you not to hunt again." My mother yells and me and reaches for my bow. I pull back, not allowing her to get a grip. Giving me a dirty look she takes a step away and puts her hand to her face. "Look, I know we are hungry, but that doesn't mean you could take matters in to your hands an take the life of an innocent animal. Your stepfather is bringing home some coins tomorrow we were planning on buying bread with. Damn it Elizabeth."

I just stare and her, keeping my bow away from her reach. "Then you can starve." I tell her eyeing her hand.

"Excuse me?" She heard me, she's just giving me a chance to change what I said.

"I said, then you can starve. I brought home forty pounds of doe meat. I'm giving twelve pounds to Ashely and Asher, twelve pounds to Jay, that leaves twelve pounds for us and one pound for the orphanage. Hunting isn't as bad as you make it out to be. We can never go hungry again if you just let me keep hunting."

"I won't allow it. Its unacceptable." She places her hand on her hip again.

"Why? Because Dad taught me?"

At this she goes silent. She can't even look me in the eye.

"I want you out." She eyes our wood flooring. "Ill give you till morning."

"What? You can't do that! I have to stay here and care for Brendon."

"I am his mother, not you. Clayton moved out at seventeen so can you. I told you what to do and you disobeyed me. It is unacceptable and I am tired of it."

"Mom, Ill have to find a new Domiciliate and Dome and-"

She interupts me. "Then you should have listened to me."

Thinking of something rude to say all I can think of is, "I get it now. When you screw up, for say cheat on dad or prohibit me from hunting, you kick them out of the house. Clayton? You told him he can't get married and when he did you got so pissed off and told him you never what to see him again. You think everybody is the problem when really its you. Im actually glad your kicking me out so I don't have to deal with your conceded ass." Tightly clenching my bow I stomp upstairs avoiding my mother. Slamming the door I hear her call for my stepdad.

My stepdad only hates it when I hunt because it was my dad who taught me not him. He likes the meat, so I don't know why she's calling them.

I start throwing my limited amount of clothing into my big black traveling bag. Uttering cuss words every time an article of clothing doesn't make the bag. I don't have very many possessions, just two weeks worth of clothes, my study books, some sketch notebooks and pencils of course, my bow and arrows, and about twenty cents which will get me about a months worth a bread but I have to buy a Dome. For myself.

I open my bedroom door and peer out, I can see my mom and Jake sitting down at the table quietly talking. I tiptoe out the door and towards the door down the hall to our Dome's office. Keeping out of sight of my mother and stepdad I enter the office.

Every Dome has an office wear the father of the household keeps his work papers and savings. I was here for the savings. I open the savings drawer, which my stepdad is stupid enough to leave open, and take forty dollars even though I only need twenty for the Dome. I put the forty dollars in my pant pocket and sneak out the office. My guardians are no longer in the kitchen discussing me so I conclude they went to bed.

I creep down the stairs and carry the forty pounds of meat to my room.

If my mom doesn't want the meat then she can survive off of damn bread.

Zipping up the black travel bag pull of forty pounds of meat and my numbered possessions I climb out of my window leaving behind nothing put a bed, a desk, and a note;

I couldn't wait until morning. Sorry. Tell Brendon I love him and that I will see him at school. If you are wondering about where I will sleep tonight probably the park bench. Thank you Mom for never being there and always being a topnotch twat. xoxo Elizabeth