The Baneflower

Chapter 6

Morley
Maralynn approached me awkwardly. "I called y'all." She mutters, looking stern and trashy. Maralynn looked down at the scratched dull wooden floor and sighed. Giselle just backed away, knowing what happened in the past. She watched from the kitchen table. I glare at her and she gives me a nervous smile.
"I tried to call you back." I stutter, avoiding her gaze. Her green eyes looked tired and bland.
"You didn't godamn answer." I point out, making her flinch a little. Maybe I yelled again. I don't say sorry.
"My battery was dead." She said, walking closer to me. She leaned in and gave me some cash.
"I had to act like a whore to get this money. I'm sorry. For everything." Maralynn looked like she was about to cry. I shrink back, unwilling to see the whole godamn drama.
Then mom came home from work. The wooden doors opened and a rush of chilly air flooded in. Before my mother could even talk to Maralynn to welcome her back, Giselle yells.
"Mama! Maralynn is home!" Giselle ran to her and hugged her. Mama smiled a little, it was quite faint. She walked inside with her black coat, she came back shivering.
"Aw dang, it sure cold, Winter is coming." Mama said to us all.
We nodded. Then Maralynn asked a question that made our blood turn into ice. We froze.
"Where's Kody?"
Mama looked at her with a cold look in her gaze. She sighed and walked into her bedroom, all tired.
"He left." Giselle said simply. She didn't seem to care. She hated Kody anyway.
I walked away from the scene, feeling all awkward as I looked at the money I held.
My hands were shaking.

Riley
Fuck everything.
Those two words are glued into my mind permanently since I was born.
Yelling is a part of me. Hell, I am always the demon in my house. I hated the direction the conversations flew in. Any trouble? Me. Some one fucked up? I did. Who's fault is it? Me.
I always wanted to think of it as bullshit, but it was true. It was my nature.
No, it wasn't. Honestly I felt choked up out of anger everyday. I want to punch someone in the face and I kick my pillow. Everything is shit.
I'm slapped in the face. Great, what the hell. It happens. I'm hit and I hit back, a chaos in the living room. Again, even if he hit first, my fault.
I want to scream into the world and I'm imagining rage, fire burning and everything is put to place. All my hate will be washed away.
Now I feel water in my eyes. No, I keep it mostly like a desert. I learned to keep everything in and all weakness in; but rivers are going to flow through my eyes,
but I built a dam.
And once again, I have no weakness, I will feel nothing.