Her mother is like my uncle.

Happy then mad.

The same hysteria.

I don’t speak to her mom.

I walk up the stairs.

Her mom follows.

She keeps yelling.

She hits me on the head.

I ignore her.

Her eye flashes in my mind.

All black and purple.

I finally understood.

I pick up some of her clothes.

She only has a few.

Her mom keeps yelling at me.

She says she’ll find us.

I say she won’t.

I leave.