Mrs. Marx, as usual, tries opening her daughter's bedroom door without knocking first. Bailey hears the squeak of the handle from the other side. Surprisingly, this time she has forgotten to lock it; a very unusual thing.
“How dare you feel sorry for yourself, you little fucking bitch.”
Bailey does not turn around. She watches her mother’s reflection in the window.
“Don’t you ignore me, you little whore!”
“Mother, just–”
Bailey begins to speak, turning towards her mother, but Mrs. Marx is across the room like a streak of lightning, slapping down hard on her daughter’s face.
“Shut. Your. Mouth.”
Bailey rises from the bay window seat. The urge to punch her mother in the face with all her force is huge. Smash your fucking face in. Knock the stupid drunk down on the ground and stamp on her head.
Mrs. Marx eyes the balled fists with a smirk. “Oh, well, well, well. Look who’s getting all uppity. Want to hurt your poor old Mother, do you?”
“Sarcasm–"
But Bailey is again slapped hard before she can spit out her scorn.
Mrs. Marx draws up very close to her daughter. Her steely grey-eyes stare down at Bailey; cold, unforgiving eyes set in a remarkably beautiful but cruel face. On purpose, she breathes out her stale cigarette and whiskey breath into her daughter’s face. As the child tries to turns her head away, Mrs. Marx grabs her by the lapels of her biker jacket and begins to shake her furiously.
Bailey’s eyes are now wide with fright. She is no match for her mother. This terrible, violent, loveless woman is a freighter train running over you.
“Mother!” she pleads, but Mrs. Marx does not let up until Bailey collapses onto the bedroom floor, a shaking, quivering mess bunched up with arms protecting her head.
“Wait till your father gets home!” Mrs. Marx screams, her eyes big and round, her veins standing out on her stretched-out neck. A parody of Cruella de Vil in a horror flick, Bailey might have thought, looking up from the carpet. But she is too scared shitless to be having any thoughts.
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Bailey, 18
Mystery / Thriller-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A young woman with a terrible past sets out to find a better future, settling some big scores along the way. But the further she heads from home...
