She Is Home

Suddenly the footsteps that seemed to have faded got louder and louder as the man walked down the halls of their small two-bedroom house slamming doors shut at every turn. WHERE ARE YOU!!" the man demanded his fake sweetened tone lost to real anger as he stopped at the door of Kay's and Eira's shared bedroom, he kicked the wall, Kay could hear the plaster break under his steel toe cladded boots, "fuck" he cussed sighing in resignation and turning around "i'll get you tomorrow you little fucking slut" he mumble as he stumbled into his room, body dropping on the bed. Taking one more look around the room that had been her home for the first five years of her life and a jailcell for the last fourteen, she quickly wiped the tears that began to fall down her face as she walked to the door of the Rosie pink walled box her father had kept her in. She looked back at the now asleep little girl in her back seat and shook her head, no, Eira is her home as long as she had her baby with her everything would be fine, she told herself as she began the back out of the driveway.