...And Hell Followed With

Chapter Three: "Home is Where the Hole is.."

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Last Night:

Maddi was fast asleep when her mother came crashing into the house. The noise with which her mother and "friend" her mother brought home from the bar woke Maddi from her slumber. With her sleep weary eyes she looks at her phone, it's 2 am. At first Maddi tries to go back to sleep, nevertheless she finds that she can't go back to sleep, as the crashing seems to get louder and louder. Pots and pans rattle about as the two severely inebriated individuals try to make food to satiate their hunger.

Maddi looks for any reason not to leave her room.

"They'll be done soon," she thinks, trying to tell herself that it would not be worth it. A pan hits the ground.

"You'll just get yelled at and she will make you hate yourself," she continues to herself, this time voicing it out loud to herself. Something made of glass hits the floor, and her mother yells jubilantly. Maddi can't help herself, she wrenches the covers off her body, storming out of her room and into the kitchen. "Can you keep it to a dull roar, so I could possibly sleep?" she asks her mother, her utter annoyance clear.

"No," Her mom's friend declares drunkenly, while taking a sip of beer, smiling and obviously finding this amusing. "We will be as loud as we want, you little piece of shit," Her mother adds, pointing a spatula at Maddi, and giving her an evil drunken look. "When you have a job and pay rent you can be as loud as you fuckin' want." her mother goes back to cooking whatever she had been, completely ignoring Maddi's existence.

"I... I have to go to school tomorrow, re-remember." Maddi responds timidly, grabbing one arm with the other and looking down at the floor. Now truly wishing she had just stayed in her room and rode the noise out.

"I don't care, you piece of shit. You're just like your fucking father, making excuses... you're a piece of shit just like him," her mother, slurred and drunkenly. Maddi finally gets mad.

"What did I ever do to deserve this from you?!" Maddi yells at her mother. Her mother grabs a bowl and throws it at her, and Maddi manages to duck out of the way, narrowly being missed by the bowl as it hits the wall and shatters. Maddi stands back up but frozen, terrified at what her mother could do next.

"You exist, you rotted, piece of shit." her mother blurts out, now looking directly at Maddi. "You have been my burden since I aborted that first one. God is punishing me, with you! You lazy piece of shit! I wish I had miscarried you!" Her mother yells.

"*Hiccup* Fuck you." Maddi whimpers as she begins to cry, she runs back to her room, and locks the door. She puts her headphones on full blast, she can slightly hear her mother yelling more but can't make out anything other than you piece of shit once more. Maddi curls up into the fetal position on the bed, sobbing uncontrollably, a waterfall of tears comes out and Maddi is powerless to stop it.

"Fuck you! I didn't choose to be born! I wish.. I wish I never existed!" She thinks to herself. "I can't do this anymore grandma...I'll be with you soon." Maddi then makes her plan to spend one last day with Wes, then take her own life. She finds that she no longer cares about anything and just wants to be in the dark with her grandmother, her only true mother. She then cries herself back to sleep.

Maddi finally stops crying and looks at her phone and it's been an hour since she saw the car still there. She picks herself up off the ground and walks over to peer onto her street.

"Please don't still be there." She thinks to herself, her anxiety reaching a fever pitch as she looks around the corner. The car is gone, and a rush of relief washes over her.

"Thank death, she finally went to work," Maddi tells herself out loud. She walks into the house, closing the door as she leans against it, setting down her bag, as she slides to the floor. A deep stillness hits her, she is finally home alone, and she feels safe for the first time all day, like if someone had locked themselves inside a bank vault alone.