There I sat, staring at the passing landscape. Watching the trees, occasionally keeping count as a means to ease my boredom. The ride on the bus always seemed to take forever. Nonetheless I saw my approaching drive way. Usually I would prick up my ears to the truth that I was finally home, but not today. Today was much different.
Today I had waked up to the sounds of angry frustration. My parents had been fighting; about what I have no clue. They didn't fight often, but when they did, someone usually ended up leaving. This time it was my dad. He ended the fight with a "fuck you" and a few flying pieces of furniture. It was a pretty scary situation.
I didn't know what to expect when I opened that door. In any case, I probably wasn't going to like it. I motioned towards the exit of the bus with my head at my feet. Stepping off the bus I continued my daily routine, with the exception of what was to come. Time seemed to slow down a little as I headed towards the door. The surprise that awaited me was not one that made me smile.
I opened the door to reveal a dim lit room. The only source of light being the little light that made it through the shades. As my eyes began adjust I was introduced to a horrific sight. Broken dishes, knocked over furniture, and torn up carpet laid before me. I was shocked at the sight of all this. Then a thought hit me : where's mom?
"Mom!" I called out. A few seconds passed with no answer. I called out again; still no answer. Then I heard something. I heard a slight 'thump' come from upstairs. I proceeded to find the source of the noise. It had come from above me; in mom's room. I scurried upstairs not knowing what I'd find.
Tell me what you think, Be honest. Be as brutal as you need to.