Perfect Twins

Chapter 4.

Alice had only started drinking during the regular fights she would have with Jamie every night. She got sick of it, she wanted to for once forget about her problems. All that went on for four months in her head was the relationship with her husband. The twins never supported her. They just hid in their rooms and were seen whenever they needed something. She clenched her drink in anger in the kitchen. The twins were at school, how were they doing in school? She couldn't care less. They were a burden to her, and they worsened her depression. She sucked on her cigarette but cursed at herself when she exhaled the toxic smoke. A cigarette is supposed to relax the person, but this  didn't do anything, and she wondered why on earth would she be drinking alcohol, a depressant when she's this upset? She sighed and shifted in her seat by the dinner table; too many little problems. They were sometimes no sense to anyone's actions. There were just things in life that you wouldn't understand, no matter how hard you tried.

She looked at the calendar that hung on the fridge door. Time went by so slow. The twins had only been eight years old. Still eight years old.... She sighed again with smoke following her breath.

The front door suddenly opened. Her stomach turned, she wanted to be alone. It was the twins, as expected. Janet held Lucy's hand as Lucy cried in pain and she held her head.

Janet quickly shined a greeting smile at Alice and entered the kitchen with Lucy. Lucy struggled to keep her pain in. Janet wet a cloth and put it to Lucy's head gently.

"Move your hand out of the way Lucy." Janet ordered with her baby voice. Lucy moved her hand slowly; the cloth stung the bruise but she sighed in relief. "Now keep it there."

Lucy nodded and walked out of the kitchen.

"You guys make a lot of noise every single time you come home." Alice said irritably.

Lucy's walking turned into a run and she ran upstairs.

"Mom, please." Janet said, still in the kitchen. "People are hurting us in school, do you even care?"

Alice looked at Janet, her daughter, the girl she felt so distant from, "how do you think I feel?" She complained, "people are hurting me at home! I live here!"

Janet sighed. The eight-year-old Janet showed attitude, "I see what you and dad are going through, but I can't be a mother for long."

Alice laughed hysterically, "you? A mother?" She exclaimed, "you act like no mother! You act like a careless bitch that's for sure, but you're nowhere near a mother!"

"Lucy needs a mother! I need a mother! How long are you going to be so selfish?" Janet's tears gathered in her eyes and she ran upstairs to her bedroom like how they always used to do ever since their parents would fight.

Alice looked down to her drink, her head started to throb and tears rolled down her cheeks.