WAR

|Chapter 2|

Max

She glanced at the clock.
1am.
Her mother's still not home. Who knows what she's doing. Something horrible, like always. Drinking, sleeping around, probably doing some sort of drug. Maybe all of those all at once. We may never find out. But we can guess.

She's home alone. Even at this time. Then again, her parents don't care. They prefer living a god forbidden life than stay at home with their waste of space. Especially her dad. No one really knows where he is, or what he might be doing. Maybe, he's already fast asleep. After a long day at his amazingly paying job. Or maybe he's heating up some milk for his newborn and brewing some tea for his beautiful wife. But then again. We need to think more realistically. He's probably tripping over the streets, drunk out of his mind, screwing women, getting them pregnant and leaving.

Her step- dad left at 11 with her mum. She quickly glanced at her bruised shoulder. He sure gave her a warm goodbye. She hated him with a passion. She hated him more than her mum. Sure, her mum made her feel useless and stupid but she didn't abuse her. She doesnt even know what she does. But hitting her seems to be his hobby.

She cleared her head and stood up, leaning over to switch the TV off as the romantic comedy she was just watching had finished. She loved that film, it was her favorite. just when she clicked the 'Off' button, the front door slammed open, peeling off the paint on the wall the door had just collided into. Her mum and stepdad walked in leaning both ways, giggling as they tried to keep themselves from falling on the floor. She closed her eyes and took a deep sigh. Opening her eyes and stapling a smile to her lips, she waited for another day of torture.