nd her head banged heavily. She turned on the faucet and began washing her face hoping to look better but when she looked up, it was clear she was going to look horrible all day. Sh

er side which had been sitting in the room for years now. The more she looked at it, the less she understood what it was saying. Her case was actually that extreme that

had in mind. Several times it had been recommended that her mother take her to a psychologist but Jane would rather cease breathing than go through the shame of having her daughter visit a shrink. That would be uncalled as well as unheard of. She was not going to risk be

n was getting torn apart and the words dancing causing her to go dizzy. Claire slammed the book shut and threw it across the room. She put her head o

g steps from her door. She overhead Tom asking her mother if Claire was okay but she did not hear anything from her mother. She heard the door slam shut and an engine start. She walked over to her window as she watched Tom pull away the car with her mother inside. There wer

Something rubbed itself on her leg and she looked down to find Miller. He was mewing and obviously hungry. The cat was her best friend in the whole world and was the last give she received from her mother years ago. Perhaps, that w

he kitchen area. It was time she checked her banging head and puffy eyes before getting something ready to eat. Claire took some pieces of ice which she put in a clean piece of clothing before dabbing her forehead and under her eyes with it. She went to seat by the work island as she

the wonders she always did in the kitchen. Left for her, she would have become a chef as that obviously w

eak away from the house. But then a counter thought crossed her mind as well, it was of things she had seen on television sometimes about how a teenager tries to get away from her parent

ain that she was really frustrated and went to answer. Everyone who knew her parents well would under

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voice she had not hear

ed surprised to