On her back, staring up at the star-spangled sky, Emily’s thoughts flow fast.
She’s going to move out. Leave her mother to rot in the house alone.
Yesterday, the fight between Emily and her mum was the final straw. The moment her resolve was strengthened. She thinks back to her mother’s hurtful words.
‘Ya little bitch, I hate ya.’ Her mother’s spit flew into Emily’s eye. Before she blinked, she glimpsed the glistening steel of the knife’s blade in her mother’s hand.
Lying under the tree and watching a flickering light in the inky black canopy above, Emily knows her Lily-Beth’s mental health is at a low ebb. Always fragile, but the recent restrictions increased the sense of isolation. Once she lost her job, Emily was an easy target.
But she can’t stay any longer. Her safety is at stake.
As if on cue, Emily hears thumping from the house. It’s four in the morning, but it seems Lily-Beth is creating havoc.
Emily will leave at first light.