"Wake up, slacker! b***h, get up now, or I'll drench you in sewage!" Emma raged as she violently banged on Quinn's bedroom door.
Quinn had been awake since ten minutes ago when her foster mother started raging and knocking violently on her bedroom door. But Quinn deliberately didn't want to answer or come out of her room, not now. She wasn't energized to deal with her foster mother's madness.
"Emma, can't you shut up? That poor girl just came home. Why are you already making trouble for her?" The older woman's voice, who was none other than Emma's mother, aka Quinn's adoptive grandmother, sounded hoarse.
Quinn covered both ears with her palms while wiping her tears, silently thinking that if only there were a better place than her foster mother's house, maybe she wouldn't have returned
