She came home to shouting.
She walked right past it, numb to the fighting and hurtful words being thrown around by now.
Hope looked down at her parents, hating each other, hating their lives since it was so close to the end and yet instead of bliss they were plagued with each other.
Hateful, horrible, diseases killing each other painfully and slowly instead of mercifully sparring each other. Walking to her room, Hope kicked off her heels and sat in the middle of her bed in nothing but a camisole, boy shorts, and long tube socks that came up to her thighs.
Scrolling i********:, she frowned seeing pictures of her brother having married Abigail. Without her.
Seeing the small beach get together she had also not been invited too, but Roze and Jesus had been invited too, Hope immediate
