*Amelia*
It was a long day, but it was good. I saw my friends and actually learned some stuff today in class! I was so excited to come home and collapse in the silence, but that was short-lived.
“Lying b***h,” is spray painted on my wall in the living room. My dining room table is scratched to hell. I cross to the kitchen sink to turn the water off, only to find that she stopped the drain. The floors are soaked- the tile, the wood floor, the carpet. What have I done?
I look at the door and go to my room, locking it behind me before pulling my phone out.
“Hello, Emmy!” my dad says, but he can instantly tell something is wrong. “What’s going on?”
“Lucy trashed the apartment,” I cry softly. “I don’t know what to do.”
“How bad is it?”
“She flooded it,” I tell him, then close my e
