Bring it on

Tiegan

She cowered in the wardrobe while a woman tore her room to pieces. The walls of her room were blue, plastered with posters of famous football played, all women. There were shelves that held the weight of many trophies, one shaped like a football boot. She watched as the strange lady tossed the old football magazines in every direction, as she ripped the sheets off the bed, as she thrashed around in every drawer or cupboard she could see. It was like she was looking for something, thought Tiegan could not think what a woman like this would want from her family. Tiegan watched her through the gap, as she could do nothing else but sit there. The woman was beautiful, even though her expression was one of anger. She was terrifying, but mesmerising, dressed head to toe in black, in the middle of summer. Tiegan did not dare move as the intruder pulled open the double doors of the wardrobe where she was hiding. Her eyes were the colour of a green glass bottle that had caught the evening sun. The woman saw Tiegan and her eyes seemed to shine a little brighter. She had found what she came for. Her fiery red hair made it hard to confuse her for anyone else. The woman's own inky black hair fell around her shoulders as she stood still for the first time since entering the house. Very still. The little girl's eyes, each a pool of deep blue, started back. Her lips quivered yet her eyes never shifted from the woman, who litter her index finger to her lips, to silence the child as her parents called for her from downstairs. The woman held out her hand to Tiegan and whispered; "Take my hand," as footsteps came rushing up the stairs. The woman said the phrase again, more urgently this time. Tiegan seemed to understand, and obediently grasped the woman's long fingers.