Elastic Heart

Chapter one: Skie's trauma.
I hear shouting again. They always do this. Now they're throwing things at each other. Its most likely the good China. BANG!! There goes dad, out the door, probably to the pub- to drown his anger in alcohol. Mum's storming up the stairs now, knowing her she is going to come in here and blame everything on me. I wasn't wrong.

I came back from school on Monday, everyone had been asking how I got the massive bruise on my face. I simply said I walked into a pole- that wasn't the case though. Anyway, I hung my coat up, put my bags in the cupboard and scuffed along the steep stairs until I reached the landing. I turned and walked miserably into my room. It looked cold and dark. More like a prison cell than a room. Let's face it, most of the time it was my prison cell and I was a weak prisoner. After being in my room for only five minutes I heard the door open-then slam shut. Dad. Dad had just arrived from the docks (that's where he works) and doesn't sound to happy. I dare not ask what's the matter; I'm too afraid to even look in those piercing eyes let alone talk to him. Instead I'll just sit in my room until mum comes home.

It was 9:45 when mum came home. She had been at her usual yoga class at the local town hall. She came in the house wearing the skinniest of tops, pink metalic hotpants, white socks and white trainers. I can tell you now she looked like a sporty hooker! Dad wasn't pleased to see mum, not at all. You see Dad's to lazy to cook his own dinner- he waits for mum everyday to come home and be his personal assistant. That means for 6 hours Dad has been sitting there starving and not even bothering to make himself dinner. Ridiculous! Mum walks in however and doesn't say a word (like usual). Dad is turning red. Literally. I know something is going to kick off so I silently creep up to my room. As soon as I close the door the shouting, screaming, banging and crashing starts again. Tonight I won't get another good night sleep just like yesterday and the day before and the day before that. Nothing has changed there then.